The Dark Rider - by the Waters of Cuiviénen

"And indeed the most ancient song of the Elves, of which echoes are remembered still in the West, tell of the shadow shapes that walked in the hills above Cuiviénen, or would pass suddenly over the stars; and of the dark Rider upon his wild horse that pursued those that wandered to take them and devour them."
Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor, The Silmarillion pg. 49


A vast dark shape moves o'er the sky,
and sudden the stars are blotted out,
then a shuddering ear-splitting cry:
the Hunter has caught one wand'ring about.

The Hunter Great brings the Quendi their fate,
fire from his nostrils flare.
Terror he wields in the woods and the fields,
devouring those unaware.

With stealthy tread the Rider dark
creeps in the shadowy trees,
a solitary victim marks,
and nobody hears or sees.

The Hunter Great brings the Quendi their fate,
fire from his nostrils flare.
Terror he wields in the woods and the fields,
devouring those unaware.

Do not wander alone or astray
or walk unaware in the shadow
for never again shall you find your way
to your house and your wife in the meadow.

The Hunter Great brings the Quendi their fate,
fire from his nostrils flare.
Terror he wields in the woods and the fields,
devouring those unaware.

He whisks them away, never again
to see the blest eleni,
ne'er return to home and kin
or the Mere of Awakening see.

The Hunter Great brings the Quendi their fate,
fire from his nostrils flare.
Terror he wields in the woods and the fields,
devouring those unaware.

My sister young is gone from the Lake!
She wandered alone with a friend.
Now they are gone, for the Rider's slake
has brought them, alas, to their end!

The Hunter Great brings the Quendi their fate,
fire from his nostrils flare.
Terror he wields in the woods and the fields,
devouring those unaware.

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