The Easterling

- Onca Icatra

He marches to death,war,and pain.
Fighting against his will perhaps.
He has trekked for miles with his army,his country.
Decieved by the dark lord.
All falling to their doom.

They ride accross Middle-earth
not knowing what events have happend in the far side.
They ride the creatures.
They come from deserts.

Ride to suffering,turmoil,and dread.
Some go unwillingly.
Some go with no regard to life.
Some go with a deception of what is good and what is wrong.

They follow to the ends of the earths.
Now slaves to Sauron.
What hope is left.