The night is cold
While we are told
Of the stories of old
And of the kings unsought

At the fall of Melkor
When the core of the earth
Came to a new birth
Sauron the dark
Made a new spark
To arise the evil anew

The elves were smart
And able of marvelous craft
They forged many rings
But a day came to pass
When a great power trespassed into this world
Many desired power
But Men desired the most

Sauron decided
Away from all eyes
To forge a disguise
A great ring of power
The ring of them all
Brought him control
Over all those existing

Under his gaze
Fell the Three in their blaze
But they were too clever
And escaped Sauron’s lever
Suffering defeat
Sauron in need
Called upon the weak
The race of old
The Men so bold

The Nine fell into his hand
Betraying their land
They came to him
To rule the dim

At the dusk of Third Age
When the light jumped from its cage
Sauron was falling
The Nine have come to his calling
But the good was too strong
And broke through the throng
And the Nazgul faint
When the armies so great
Have fallen to their faith

The end of the Nine has come
Like from the door where it began
Now come the days of the king!
May they ring!
With bliss and power
And unending flower!

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