Villanelles - pilbara orc

Villainelle for Wraiths

Shadow Kings,without a soul they fly.
Too old to walk, too dry to cry , when will we die?

Shadow Kings, without a soul they fly.
Like crows for glitter search the Shire
Too old to walk ,too dry to cry, when will we die?

In Mordor where the shadows lie.
Obedient only to the Eye of fire.
Shadow kings, without a soul they fly.

Riding worms in blood red sky.
Our services are not for hire.
Too old to walk, too dry to cry, when will we die?

Shrill lamentations float on high.
Dark magics bind us to our Sire.
Shadow kings,without a soul they fly.

Slender maid, our doom is nigh.
Shadowed long by fork-tongued lier.
Too old to walk,too dry to cry, when will we die?

For shiny rings,I hear Nine sigh.
Small hobbit ending journey dire.
Shadow Kings, without a soul they fly.
Too old to walk ,too dry to cry, when will we die?

Fangorn's Prayers Answered

The prayers of Fangorn, elves did sing.
Born, of Lorien's golden flower.
You are our Entchild, hope of Spring!

Spell-turned, from browned and sun parched thing.
From gardens burned by his dark power.
The prayers of Fangorn,elves did sing.

The Lady saw how doom would swing.
And set,her lengthened hour.
You are our Entchild, hope of Spring!

On journey cast, past his foul tower.
Protected from the dark lord sour.
The prayers of Fangorn, elves did sing.

Released from service of the ring.
To bloom in northern bower.
The prayers of Fangorn, elves did sing.
You are our(((Entchild))),hope of Spring!

- pilbara orc