Nine Rings

Shadows grow, night awakens 

The black robes stir 

The great Lord's voice calls out 

Nine rings they carry 

Hearts cry out, souls weep 

The bonds bite deep 

The soothing hand of death does lean 

Nine Kings of men they have been 

But never again feel the touch of life 

Souls that are drowned in the shadows 

Hollow shells of men 

Shadows that come from the mountains of Mordor 

The home of the everlasting enemy 

Black robes stand, Kings of men arise 

Grip the glinting sword with a firm hand 

War has come 

It is the Nazgul that are awakened by the spell 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of description. You made the story in the poetry come alive in vision and thoughts for the reader. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you Kate for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

Never saw the film, but your words will spark the younger set to see it and read your writes. Valentine

[DoormanDan]

From the moment I saw the title, I was certain this would be based on Lord of the Rings. Nicely written. It had me intrigued the entire time. I think, at this point, it's safe to say that Mordor ain't a place ya wanna go on your first date! Keep on writing. :)