The Witch King - A Lament

The Witch King

The king of Morgul Vale
Sits on his dark throne.
Day in and day out
He watches the pass of Cirith Ungol.

His eyes are writing in their sockets--
Hellish nightmares haunt his mind.
His glorious splendor of old
Is reduced to petty bantering
With men he would have surpassed
In greatness long ago.

Now he crawls at their feet.

The dark king of Minas Morgul
Sits on his throne
Waiting.

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