The Days of Evil - A Poem

Those days which bought upon sorrow and madness.
You will continuously hear their screams
uttering they're pain in one long howl,
but they are in a far better place,
surrounded by joy.
Our hearts flly like sorrowing eagles
to those who have lost or still losing
because of his power, his evil
Terror, anger, sadness
and revenge blind our mind and soul,
but our light grows brighter with his every plot and
all of his destruction that have been done.
We won't show how scared we are.
He will only feed off it!
instead all of the races of Middle Earth will join,
be a chain that will never brake or bend
The days were his own............ they were the
evil days.
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