Black Riders

- IrishStarElf

Ear-splitting
I hear them scream I panic,
They're dressed in black,
They ride black horsesof Mordor,
I look I see them and run,
they hunt me and hunt me,
they're scream is unmistakable,
they hunt me they hunt the bearer,
ever smelling never seeing sensing the ring
they walk or ride,
they encircle and ensnare,
they find and destroy,
they are the ringwraiths,
the Nazgul,
they're neither living nor dead,
they will hunt you until end of days,
they known as black riders or wights on wings.