The mouth of Sauron
Unlike the Nazgul, in treason payed,
And unlike some of lesser fate
He was 'rewarded' for his hate.
His insults linger, in your skin,
And sounds salute his will to win,
A master's voice, I tell to thee,
For the eye him doth over-see.
And all the armied of the land
Lay their terms at his command,
The one who sought this long ago,
Forgotten king? It may be so.
O Mouth of Sauron, wrech'd fool,
'Twas livid snake, a souless ghoul,
And all thy words fall'n from thy tounge
Speak not for ye, but evil long.