Mordor Lives When Sauron Dies - A Poem

On swift wings of darkness
Descends Gargaxxil great
To rip out hearts of kindness
And drip it on his plate
Death shall come in earnest
As earnest as his night
The earth shall curse out furthest
For who will hear its plight
Their armies will amass
Pathetic and astray
Their blood shall weep alas
For weakened blood betrays
Prepare to beg and weep
And bow on knees like slaves
Gargaxxil knows no sleep
Deep and dark his enclaves
For this Sauron you've yearned
Ye Brother of mine eyes
Gargaxxil has returned
To tear down heavens skies
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