Nine Black Riders

by Jul 23, 2004Poetry

Death is the poison they breathe
Fear is their favorite weapon
A screech pierces the silent night
Glory for their Master’s heav’n

Minions of the Lidless Eye
Travelers mounted, robed in black
Hooded they fulfill their task
Riding on their fell beasts back

Lust for power lives in death
No living man can ever kill
Swords of venom do they bear
Wielded to the Dark Lord’s will

In filth and bile they abide
The Dark Tower of Sorcery
Corrupted by their evil rings
They feast in death and glory

One rises above the rest
Foul and blackest star
Infamous leader of them all
The Witch King of Angmar

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