I creep upon the soft earth,

Rocks tremble at my pass,
The wind follows at my tail,
And trees split at my glance.
I live in the sewers of the world,
Yet to me it is home,
It is life,
It is safety.
Though surrounded by perilous mountains,
I find it easy to come and go.
Slipping in and out as though gollum bred.
My Master is above all others,
To say otherwise would be death,
You shall never see me romping in roses,
For my companions are the rats.
I am that witch all others fear,
I cause the gnashing of teeth,
Though I am but a humble orc…

The Tail from a Cave Trolls Eyes

Drums are in my footsteps
quick is my breath
Bound in chains
Driven by whips
Pain is in my lungs
As I open my mouth to roar
Heavy doth my weapon fall
Crushing all who lie beneath
Death alone follows my life
Slavery and bondages as well
But for now I shall keep on pounding
Keep on obeying
Keep on slaying.
My home is that of damp reek
Darkness is all my eyes see
Food however is abundant and sweet
Though not for the poor soul in my keep
For is that not the life of a Cave troll
And am I not that troll…
The Tail from a Balrog’s Eyes

Flame and shadow are what I am called

Morgoth’s design
Sculpted by the very hands who made the powerful tremble
In the depths of the earth I wait
Patiently and ever resting until disturbed
Upon my awakening lies disaster
Upon my feet are flames
My hands as shadow
My whip as a deadly tool of the elements
No mockery am I of anyone
And longest of the old creatures have I dwelled
Until one day when my fires shall fail
That my race will end
On that day
Hell would have frozen over
For I am a Balrog
Powerfull in might and will
And ever existing in the dark places of the earth.