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The Wherefore and the Why

In Wicked mind,
Arose a thought -
A question in the head.
And all else fled,
Before these words:
The "Wherefore?" and the "Why?"

I strolled along,
Upon my path,
Sat down upon a log -
And e’en ignored the splintered bones
As tree broke into two!

I sat me there,
’Midst soil and mud,
And creased me brow in thought-
And still I did not
Understand
The "Wherefore?" and the "Why?"

As life went on, a Troll full-grown,
Wounded in love and war,
Fell faint with thirst,
Or full of drink,
Still couldn’t work it out-
The "Wherefore?" and the "Why?"

Why are we here,
And what’s our task,
And how did life first come?
This poor Troll, of humble mind, is still as sure as mud!

By: Cirdar.

The Epiphany

It calls me to the shadow
The darkness overtakes me
And I listen...I follow
For it overpowers me...
It controls me and thirsts
A thirst for hell
for blood, for death
And it hungers
for flesh,  for glory
for life
I am its servant and it repays me
I serve the lord... the wraith... the Abhorred
And he is My savior
And I am his soldier
This is our covenant
The agreement of death
The Epiphany..... of Evil
By: Isatar Strey

Untitled

The fires burn,
The mind is black,
The heart is stone.

The sky is dark,
The smoke is foul,
The land is dust.

The sword is sharp,
The whip is long,
The blood is red.

The mist comes in,
And then rolls out,
showing Mordor.

Mordor is the place,
where evil minds lurk,
where darkness reigns,
and the light is shunned.

By: Nameless One

Untitled

The time has come

The time is nigh

All must awaken to their cries

I look afar

I see it now

Behold

Behold

A growing shroud

We must take wing

We must take flight

Under the invisible cloak of falling night

We know our task

We must press on

Stealthily from dusk till dawn

By: Nazgul Avenger

To Know Madness

Each night is the same.
The fire, all consuming,
the rage, the hate, the anguish
and the creeping madness.
Each and every horrid night is the same.
The visions! oh, the visions!
The stirrings of hooded forms,
cloaked in unquenchable evil,
the twisting yellow faces.
From every dark corner,
leaps the shadows of wretched deformities,
piecing my soul,
eating my heart,
HA!  To see the Eye is to know madness!
And now my consciousness is trapped,
the tears flow ever freely,
The curse! The curse!
To have betrayed,
to have loved to kill,
to have killed for love.
And last of all
with the unknowing presence
of the malevolent Eye,
to have killed those loved...
To do this is to know madness.
What is madness?
Madness is to commit acts
of such atrocity and guilt,
and to suffer as an innocent,
always to suffer,
always to regret,
always to know that the Eye is watching
accusing, laughing, mocking,
driving it’s blackness into my soul,
annihilating all life,
destroying all good...
and the time comes ever nearer
the evil in my heart grows ever stronger
Lament for me!
Weep in sorrow and pity for me!
For I know not what I do.
and even now it may be but the phantasms
of a freakish nightmare,
for I have seen the Eye!
And to see the Eye is to know madness.

By: Molgreth

Blood

Blood.
brown? red?
i care not.
elevan? orcish?
i care not.
it flows,
once broken through,
freely.
or
it flows,
once broken through,
oozing.
and still
i care not.
as long as
it is fresh
and alive
for me to
feast on,
i care not.

By: Naurloth

My Blood

Thick and dark does my blood flow,
With might, courage and darkness though.
Thought red it be just like the rest,
it tears and pillages all which is blessed.

It drowns happiness with sorrow,
and stains the skies of the morrow.
Plague and terror does it bring,
it leaves not joy in anything.

Though hunted my blood may be,
It leaves destruction for all to see.
It stirs the soul to rebuke the light,
and to push forth in darkness’s might.

The sun and moon and stars it shuns,
and from all good and joy it runs.
My blood is mine and runs in me pure,
the darkness it loves and needs no cure.

By: Nameless One

Selbstvermordlich (Suicide)

In the darkness,
As silence sits in heavy cloak of calm,
As winds depart and stagnant air descends,
To crush out life and light and hope,
A bell tolls.
Harsh, splitting oaks of sound
Reach out, grasping through the murk.
And something wakes.
Stirs.
Moves,
Strides with power through the darkening glades.
Fear!
The bell tolls on,
Beating out a shaking knell,
As clawed fingers strike,
Scrape,
Pierce,
In panting haste, longing...
To taste blood.
To taste blood.
And then to die.

By: Cirdar

Blood

It drips and drops
A royal red
My heart’s desire
The hunted’s dread
I long for the warmth
The thick sticky pools
The pungent scent
Rich and powerful
The blood in my veins
Yearns for the blood of another
It fills my soul
With evil and wonder.

By: Snohvit

Your Blood

 Seeping forth from every crack in the Earth,
     the blood pours endlessly,
     my blood, the blood I have taken.
     Now as red and brilliant as the very fires of hell,
     now as pitch black as the cruelest of nights,
     it comes to choke the world with its foulness,
     and to consume all souls within my ensuing evil.
     My blood, the blood I have taken.
     Issue now unto the world all that I have wrought,
     brooding long in the noxious abyss,
     the twisting nether,
     the endless inferno that is my mind!
     Wretched old men die horrid deaths,
     the victims of my quaking vengeance,
     my fiery exultation.
     Innocent youths drown in their sleep,
     as it flows over the bodies of countless dying ,
     My blood, the blood I have taken!
     The veins of the world pulse and throb,
     as the thick writhing evil begins to course through it.
     Behold!  The sweetness of it!
     The beauty that long ago enraptured me
     and pulled me from my torturous limbo.
     I have been delivered and so I take up the knife,
     the emblem of my savior,
     and in turn I deliver thee.
     For the blood that is my blood,
     the blood that corrupts and desecrates the whole pathetic world,
     that flows freely to destroy, and to kill, and to consume,
     the blood that releases as it condemns,
     that spreads like a pestilence bent upon blighting out existence,
     the blood that has begun the end,
     the blood that I have taken....
     Is your blood.

The Oak

I say I am sorry,
For the things that I sayd and done.
I think was to too foolish,
Do not know where it all came from.

A flame, burning inside,
A flame, bursting into fright.
An explosion of madness,
Hiding fear, but you were near

I say I am sorry,
For the things that I broke,
I think I was to explosive,
Now I am crying under the oak.

By: Vanwa Quen

Darkness

I am a minion of Mordor
A servant of darkness
A servant of Sauron
I am evil’s likeness

I live under shroud
Of eternal dark of night
Under the shadow cast by Mount Doom
Where the black crows take flight

I am a wainrider
Born of the darkness
Doomed to die alone
Lonely and loveless

I am a minion of Mordor
I am a servant of darkness
I belong to it
It consumes my being
And I know my identity
I am darkness
I am...

By: Ravenlock

Untitled

Sing your curse, oh spirit of death,
Sing with cold, and icy breath.
Sing for those who brought you pain
Sing for the freedom, that you shall never obtain.
Sing your curse in shadows dim,
Sing to old, to weak and thin.
Sing out clear, none shall escape your song,
No one is safe, not rich, nor strong.
They try to withstand your mournful adiu
Their mind belongs to them, their soul, to you.

By: Narvi of Moris

Untitled

Who will defy me
If I choose to take
The road to darkness
Will my spirit break
As I travel long and far
Will I finally find
What is lacking in my life
The half that’s missing in my mind
So full of values
Full of moral light
Which never casts a shadow
And never fades to night
But I am weary
And I cannot sleep
In such brightness
But in the deep
Of night I find solace
So now I turn away
From the path of light
To never see another day
For now I rest
Never to truly wake
The path to dark oblivion
I long ago chose to take.

By: Ravenlock

Untitled

How strange it is
That things can change
So quickly
So quietly
How life can slip away
Unnoticed in the night
How something of yours
That is yours alone
So quickly
So quietly
Is taken from you
And you never know
How does it happen
That just one person
So quickly
So quietly
Can change everything
Change the whole world
How can someone else
In three small words
So quickly
So quietly
Make you feel safe
And make it all right...

By: Ravenlock

Dying Mind

Let me tell you something,
My words you must heed,
Everything is nothing,
And nothing is all you need.
I know not how nor why,
From you I have no trust,
My breaking point was forever nigh,
Now my pain ends in one quick thrust.
I have been drown in countless sorrows,
And I struggle for my every gasp,
But still I greet endless tomorrows,
And felt control slipping through my grasp.
Deep within your mind,
You may or may not find,
All that I have gone through,
All that I have done just for you.
I never meant any strife,
Nor did I mean discontent,
For you I would give my life,
Happiness is all I meant.
I could have caused a cataclyss,
Or made this planet an abyss,
Merely with my concentration,
Would you like a demonstration?
When everything feels like a memory,
I cannot tell what is past or present,
When this all feels like a dream to me,
I cannot tell whether life is fact or fiction.
Everyone is lost in congeniality,
But your face does not falsely gleam,
You think you know what is reality,
Although reality is just a dream.
Now my mind is dying,
Beware of me, my friend,
Control I have not, but I am trying,
And try I will, until my end.

By: God of Death

Untitled

Day by Day, Night by Night
I try to keep you out of sight.
Anger growing higher, higher
Deep inside it burns like fire.
Through all the pain and misery
I know you don’t see inside of me.
But now I’m leaving, going, fading
Into deep waters I am wading.

By: Enyuduil

Morgorth An Introduction

Amidst the Vale of Mordor Lies,

A putrid, rank, degenerate.

And if from thought you could derive,

You’d name him ‘Evil Incarnate‘.

A scarred and mottled terror form,

A tortured Elf, cruel twist of fate.

An Orc more hideous than the norm,

A home to lies, a spawn of hate.

Search his soul, you’ll find none there,

Just stomach full of Elf and Dwarf.

He feeds on those he traps and snares,

Man of south, Halfling of north.

An evil force of Sauron’s lair,

A child of Gorthaur, The Abhorred.

They name him carrion, foul not fair,

Tommorrow Never Comes

Tommorrow I shall wake.
It is a foregone fact,
Though sleep shall bring me no escape,
From what tommorrow lacks.
Tommorrow I shall be.
But no life shall enter me.
Routine will take me every place,
But will not set me free.
Tommorrow I shall hear,
But I already know,
Nothing will come near to being understood or shown.
Tommorrow I may die,
Will anybody care?
Will anybody notice absense?
That I’m no longer there?

And so I’m here today.
Today is all I got.
No we or us or they,
Just a guy that life forgot.
And so I have this ’now’,
A ’now’ I do not want.
A filler in the space between,
The casket and the font.
And so I have this ’here’,
A ’here’ thats far too real.
A ’here’ that points out with a slap,
The pain a guy can feel.
It’s singular my life,
No three’s or two’s, just one’s,
So today I’ll live this life,
And tommorrow neve comes.

Untitled

Dark thoughts
Cloud my mind.
I’m going deaf
Im going blind.

No one loves me.
No one cares.
No one here to
Love and share.

If I did it
They wouldnt mind.
On the ground,
My body they’d find.

Suicide
Racing in my brain.
Slit my wrists?
Bear the pain?

Be a releif.
I’m so stressed out.
They dont see me.
I wanna shout.

No more hurt.
No more pain.
They scream and yell.
Am I insane?

Do I grab the knife?
Misery will end.
Away from hurt
I’ll desend.

Haiku's...

The Lord of Nazguls
Is the Witch King of Angmar
The King of Ring-Wraiths

Sauron, boundless evil
The master of the black land
The fiery "eye" see’s all

By: Duncirith

Darkness

She cries out
Pain lances
Through her body
Through her soul
How did she fall
Into this embrace
Of darkness
This demon
Rips at her
At her body, mind
Tries to tear away
All that she believes
But she won’t
Let go
She will not
Give in
To the calling night
She tells herself
But in the end
She does let go
She drifts away
Into darkness
Dreaming of the sun...