Dreary Skies Lie Ahead

Jagged sharp
beneath the dark sky
razourous rocks
under fiery Eye
wind blowing
howling and choking
stumbling through
the dark dreary open
foul smells
the hell
Mordor we dwell
and journey in now
under dark spell
in this dark hour
grey, bleak
ugly in sight
creature sleek
guiding through night
This way
Then that
through rugged terrain
no strength be regained
never shall I
make this long trip
I fall now
let death take its grip.
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