WitchQueen, Idril, she does us wrong,
She throws us off so carelessly.
She’s oppressed all Mordor for so long,
We’re proud to be in her grand army.

Idril Erumetari, she’s glorious and wise and so witty,
Idril Erumetari, she’s our WitchQueen but leaving is she.

Our liege, Idril, she haunts this realm,
Some know her better than others.
She’s lurked since long before we were born,
Maybe she created our great-grandfathers

Idril Erumetari, mysterious but somehow friendly,
Idril Erumetari, she’s invisible yet surely she’s so prutty.**

Now there’s policical scrambling
To see who shall succeed her,
They’ve a formidable example to follow
And she’ll be back to dictate further.

Idril Erumetari, she’s our Queen who rules with an iron claw,
Idril Erumetari, she departs but we’ll remember her for evermore.


Written by Seralqua

** prutty © ~durins bane~