War Of The Rings

Thus the story is told of the war of the rings,

Of the dark lord and the orcs and the foulest of beings,

Of the plague and the darkness that spread like a fire,

Of the eagles in the sky which soar so much higher,

Of the wizards and the dwarfs and the mightiest of all men,

Of the halfling and the task which carried all the burden,

Of the kings and the queens and the forest filled with elves,

Thus it is told on the greatest of all tales

Beware the black hand reaching from above

The armies of evil stretching like an ocean

Wolves and men engulfed in a blood bath

The armies of the virtuous will spread their wrath

Majority of the war rests on he who carries the ring

Into the mouth of the malefic king

If the one is cast into the eternal fire

The good will likely triumph and the world will again be brighter

Fiercely fighting, raging, dying, thousands slain, cast down not in vain

Day after day, night by night, mighty catastrophe, middle earth has ever seen

Thus the story is told of the war of the rings,

Of the dark lord and the orcs and the foulest of beings,

Of the plague and the darkness that spread like a fire,

Of the eagles in the sky which soar so much higher,

Of the wizards and the dwarfs and the mightiest of all men,

Of the halfling and the task which carried all the burden,

Of the kings and the queens and the forest filled with elves,

Thus it is told on the greatest of all tales.