The Black King

Welcome travelers to the land of Dorwinion
I am a bard and tales are my dominion
Away with your money for they are at no fee 
Just sit a while and listen to me

I tell the tale of a wicked man
Who wore an evil ring upon his hand
Seduced by greed of power was he
Doomed as a wraith for eternity

A warrior-lord with a cold, cruel heart
An evil master of the black arts
His name was feared both near and far
The dreaded Witch King of Angmar

Under the hooves of his black maned horse
Men were trampled without remorse
His glowing eyes filled men with dread
His horrid weapons stained blood-red

The Witch King rode across the land
Then a warrior approached with sword in hand
The dark lord laughed beneath his Iron Crown
And said "No living man may strike me down!"

"No living man am I," she said
And removed the helm which covered her head
The warrior's words rang true and clear
And filled the King's black heart with fear

The Witch King raised his deadly blade
Fully prepared to slay the maid
Both with fear and courage she swung
Then the Witch King's death toll rung

The dark lord's figure fell to the ground
Unmoving lay the Iron Crown
Though the sword was in a quivering hand
One true strike brought peace to the land

If he had not been greedy and accepted the ring
He may have been a benevolent king
So heed these words I impart to thee:
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely." 


*One of my very first.  Based on stories and characters from J.R.R. Tolkein's 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy*