Ballad of the Ring by Merf
And Elendil, the king of Men, and his sword of old,
Rose up against an Evil, beyond mortal compare,
But neither left the battle-field; both were slain there.
For what does the blood of Men and Elves, on this ground doeth stain?
Sauron, the Dark Lord, with his will and malice proved they’re bane.
The Black Hand took up his mace, and crushed them ere their due,
Against all hope, they came to victory, though bitter sweet proved true.
Isildur, son of the King, took up a Mighty Spoil,
Though ’twas not fit for mortal hands, and gave him strife and toil.
A Ring it was, a simple band, of gold it did appear,
But in this Ring also dwelt the Blood of all Man’s fear.
