Sauron

Annatar, Annatar, you Lord of Gifts?
Do you want un dono or some poison?
Your Seprentongue silently shifts,
Bring me All the Noise In.  
  
Occult, Occult,  
Vrakatulat.  
Ash Nazg - Krimpatul.  
Shte pokadza cvyat  
Umri - Gurzul.  
   
Oh, hello, there fair face?  
Should I always call you An?  
Or the feminine hypocricy stays,  
always sodomised by Morgoth's plan.  
   
Oh, you Elven Prince,  
so melancholically assertive,  
You are serious and rinse  
your eyes and parts dirth of.  
   
I heard a story unbegotten  
A wedding day with paperwhite crowns  
Thou shall Becometh Me, Once,  
The Almighty Decad, essence Unforgotten.  
   
You, Morgoth, wear an ocular globus  
embedded as a jewel in your front  
Today, the Trinity of the Nobus  
becometh;  
   
and uttered...  
   
Acrobatic treasure hunt..!