At the Ford

Rushing through the forest,
heading for the Ford,
a faithful steed does fly.

Caring a cargo,
so small and fragile,
one who may possibly die.

Across the Ford,
he faces them now,
there is no where to flee.

Water from the,
Misty Mountains,
releases its wrath and fury.

Away they were swept,
but defeted they are not,
they will return again.

But if Frodo suceeds,
and the Ring is destroyed,
the Ring Wraiths will meet there end.
- casper