I measure time not in days or weeks, but years in the thousands,
they are all the same to me as I watch rock turn into sand.
In the darkness I sit and wait for him alone to call me,
to do his dark biddings and be his eyes where he cannot see.
...doom...........
I can recall where I came from, yet I feel no misery,
for being changed into this fiery monster without glee.
Once I felt the presence of others like myself, hidden deep,
yet over time their embers have dimmed, now they forever sleep.
...........doom.........
I am the last one left, no echoes do I hear in the dark.
How will my ending come, in a bright flash or a small red spark?
It matters not, for I serve only one, and when Master calls,
I shall rise up from these black caves buried under mithril halls.
...............................doom........
Ssshh, what do I hear? Is it Master, or my mumblings down here?
Yes, it’s him! He calls with evil joy, I can almost see his leer.
He has a task for me to do, find the wizard and the eight,
take only the Istari and leave the rest to his other fate.
.........................................doom.....
Slowly I stretch an arm and a leg, then I unfurl my wings,
‘tis a strange feeling to move, I haven’t since there were kings.
Doom…doom…doom…I hear the drums of the ugly little goblin,
they are herding the nine towards the West Gate with all that din.
...........................................................doom......
I can feel their panic growing as they run from Balin’s tomb,
it feeds my soul and gives me strength, I shall be that wizards doom.
What is this? Magic that’s stronger than me, it cannot be true.
yet the wizard bested me this first time, soon he’ll have what’s due.
.......doom.................
Concentrate and think, it’s so long since I’ve had an adversary,
that was worthy of my attentions, that would fight and not flee.
I sense deep within my heart this may be my very ending,
but it makes this battle better, I won’t die slowly fading.
...............doom...........
At last I am seen, recognition and fear upon his face,
he knows who sent me to take him to his final resting place.
Standing still he faces me, words of protection and defiance,
come from his mouth. Little use are they here, I close the distance.
........................doom........
I step onto the narrow pathway and reach for my quarry,
but there is still some life left in him and he fights to stay free.
One more step and I shall have him, he raises staff and thunders,
“You cannot pass!” staff smotes bridge, crack, for a moment he’s stronger.
...................................doom........
Falling I see my chance, he turns to flee and I snap my whip,
it curls round his ankles and pulls him down, he shouts ’ere he slips,
“Fly you fools!” but I laugh at his bravery, it is over
for us now. I must follow, to the end, my Master’s order.
...doom.............................................
