the ring maker...

beneath the sands and grinding stones
a sound was heard within
in misty spells of roaring flame
he forged a mighty ring

in ashen fire thus he come forth
striding along the plain
to bear to all his mighty quest
engulf it all in pain

his words was heard from every place
his name unspoken though
his fortress of a highest glare
of never ending woe

and yet to all who dares to go
a blakened journey long
beneath a darkened smokey cloud
was heard a rumbling song

in middle earth of shadows lare
where all has come to fear
the palest colors were ever here
river fires and mere

the ruling lord of baradur
an eye on brimming fire
but though his might was ever feared
he lost it all in war

Add New Comment

Latest Forum Posts

Join the Conversation!