Somehow

- Shelob
A villanelle

The strength of men has failed now,
Consumed by greed for power and gold.
But, we must go on, somehow.

I will keep this ring, all races will bow,
To their new king, a warrior bold.
The strength of men has failed now.

"Do not do this thing," Elrond said, with furrowed brow,
For I fear this evil, more than any tale ever told.
But, we must go on, somehow.

An orc arrow flew, Isildur fell, far below,
Into a watery grave, so icy cold.
The strength of men has failed now.

Through long, dark ages, passing slow,
Evil lay, forgotten, from the stories of old.
But, we must go on, somehow.

His wicked heart, no kindness could show,
Smeagol murdered a friend, as his soul he sold.
The strength of men has failed now,
But, we must go on, somehow.