Wraith

- On'ono Laivindur

No lovers touch or sensuous breath,
could match our Masters call.
So bright and beautiful adorned in white,
to fulfill His will, is all.
Eternal life not death He gave,
with rings we wear so small.
Time forgotten and all kin,
we serve at His beckon call.
We ride and fly as one for Him,
Sauron, Lord and Ruler of all.
He bids we ride to find His ring,
and kill its bearer so small.
No lovers touch or sensuous breath,
could match our Masters call.