Nazgûl, Lord of Fear,
Stooping on dark wings
Upon merely mortal men,
What fears are yours alone?
You see the Ring of Fire
In your waking sleep
And know the special pain
Of the Dark Lord’s summons
Across the depths of time.
Is the fear you bring
But a pale reflection
Of the fear you feel?
Shadows of a greater shadow,
What memories do you have
Of what you traded
For what you are?
And where go you
When the Ring is lost?