Morgoth Hope's Bane

My poem which was written when I was heavily inspired by Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

 

Oh doomed is the fate of the unholy weaver,

Oh cold are the hours, from fear when you shiver,

Oh evil is the destroyer and deceiver,

Sauron, Maiar, binder of souls.

 

Forged ring he did, and made it his own,

sitting in the darkness on his black throne,

Dark is the hand, and brings the mourn,

Saurons, his, from the Morgoth born.

 

Oh how unfortunate the Isildur was,

When Narsil's blade struck the foe,

How calamitous was that hour,

When his soul was sent for devour.

 

One Ring now lays in the hands of the child,

Little, happy, in the strength mild,

One Ring now faces his final hour,

When Sauron's soul is to be send for devour.

 

One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,

One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

Author's Note

There might be a few grammar problems cause english is not my mother's tongue.