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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

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The tale from an orcs eyes

I creep upon the soft earth,
Rocks tremble at my pass,
The wind follows at my tail,
And trees split at my glance.
I live in the sewers of the world,
Yet to me it is home,
It is life,
It is safety.
Though surrounded by perilous mountains,
I find it easy to come and go.
Slipping in and out as though gollum bred.
My Master is above all others,
To say otherwise would be death,
You shall never see me romping in roses,
For my companions are the rats.
I am that witch all others fear,
I cause the gnashing of teeth,
Though I am but a humble orc…

By: Naia Nightwatch

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The Tale of Moria and the Encounter with Durin’s Bane

Waiting...
For an eternity in the dark...
Concealing...
Hiding thy power and mace...
Preparing for thy day
When the flames from hell
and the winds from good
collide....

Flourshing...
Our Kingdom and hearth...
Mining...
Mithril from cold earth...
Digging deeper everyday
Crafting axe with care
Searching untill we find
it...

Disturbed...
From thy sacred sleep...
Murmurs...
Little voices in the air...
Clashing stone with
metal and might
Coming closer untill a
spite...

Awoken...
Wreathed in flame...
Unsheath...
Thy sword twisted in flame...
Fighting in the caverns deep
Flight to the bridge many screams
A maiar, death on wings....
Durin’s Bane....

By: Isatar Strey

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The Tail from a Cave Trolls Eyes

Drums are in my footsteps
quick is my breath
Bound in chains
Driven by whips
Pain is in my lungs
As I open my mouth to roar
Heavy doth my weapon fall
Crushing all who lie beneath
Death alone follows my life
Slavery and bondages aswell
But for now I shall keep on pounding
Keep on obeying
Keep on slaying.
My home is that of damp reek
Darkness is all my eyes see
Food however is abundant and sweet
Though not for the poor soul in my keep
For is that not the life of a Cave troll
And am I not that troll...

By: Naia Nightwatch

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Nazgul Sport

Stomp, Champ
His hooves cut the earth like a blade
His eyes pierce the darkness, glowing red
His tail flickers - to the shadows bades
the tidings of the night - they spell out death

Hiss, Shriek
On his black his mistress, impatient, sits
clothed in black a shadow she appears
She dreams of picking a hobbit into bits
She is a nazgul, a semi living fear

Slice, Stab
Action starts with the covering of the moon
The lowly target is out to look his door
it is all over, silence is restored soon
The hobbits body lies limp upon the floor

Shriek, Champ
The black stallion gallops away back into shadow
his mistress is happy - she has had her game
May this tale be a lesson to all like the hobbit fellow
that danger lurks near, you will never be safe again

By: Snohvit

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The Hobbitwraith

My stature once out has grown tall

My bread knife is swapped for a sword

My laughter is changed for a shriek

Once a chef I’m now a demon lord

The hair on my toes has long fallen

The curls on my head turned to bone

The rose in my cheeks gone to white

From parties I’m now more alone

Once I was merrily dancing

But now I sweep over the earth

My heart was once so alive and carefree

Now grave I was once filled with mirth

The smoke I knew was in a smoke ring

The fire from cozy hobbit rooms

But now I know fire and darkness

I know smoke, I know black, I know gloom

I traded the picnics for darkness

I shut away all of that cheer

Before I was one who was friendly

And now I am one you should fear

But life as a minion is fine

In fact it is rather divine

In the shire I could always get coffee

But Mordor is my cup of tea =)

By: Snohvit

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Untitled

The soldiers march,
heading for battle.
They enter an arch,
and they settle.
They await a fight,
looking at the field,
It is an evil sight,
the swoard, the shield.
They are ready,
for action,
Their holding steady,
for fisical reaction.

By: Vanwa Quen.

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Virgin Kill

Danger creeps among the shadows;

Her prey is unaware;

The stalker draws her hungry blade,

The stench of death is near.

This man is her first target,

It is a virgin kill

The air around feels heavy

And all the leaves lie still.

And then the world awakens

The trees, the earth, the prey.

For this regal man of Gondor

It will be his final day.

The hunter; armed and ready;

Makes a calculated strike -

Blood oozes freely from the wound

Caused by the dark blade’s bite.

Warm and fresh it trickles -

The sword hungers for more.

The valiant man still standing tall,

A red pool on the forest floor.

The trickles turn to torrents

From his many bitter wounds,

His pale face under a bloody mask

Contains a look of doom.

"Oh Eru, what an end!"

His soul inside him burned,

His glance fell on his killer;

His beseeching eyes upturned

The murderer looked on - silent -

She did not feel the thrill;

The man reached up a bloody hand -

The man from her virgin kill.

His hand stretched up and touched her -

She could feel the blood, her bane,

The dead man’s hand fell backwards

But his touch did still remain.

His blood seemed to grow hotter:

It burned her pale skin.

Her own blood throbbed inside her,

A reminder of her sin.

Inside her soul was turmoil;
she inwardly screamed out.

She challenged all she’d ever known,

Her mind was filled with doubt.

She raised her blade above her -

She was consumed with pain;

She drove her sword right through her heart -

      Never to stir again

By: Snohvit

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Crimson Sky

The sky burn with red flame
Silence lingers in the air
A cold wind blows
Whispering of war
And army appears on the horizen to the east
Their armour bold and brutal
Another appears to the west
Bright and radiant
A flood of men rush down the hillside
Rushing into a deep valley
The silence is now drowned out by the noise of their weapons
The front men are the first to fall
The second line is next
A copper smell fills the air
Swords, spears, and axes are flung at will
Barbaric is the slaying
No aim lies behind their blows
No technique
No plot
The noise dies down soon
The once green grass is now a brilliant red
Silence is all that is heard once again
All that can be seen is red
All is blood
Not a single bodice is intacted
This sticky filth covers the earth
The sky is still crimson
And the scavengers begin to circle
Soon the blood will be cleared
And belly of the birds will be filled
It is just another part of the circle of life
Battles will be fought
Blood will always be spilled
And the birds bellies
Will never be empty
And all life will remain
But a bloody hunt

By: Naia Nightwatch

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 “Scream of a Nazgul”

There is something in the darkness -
It screams.

And those who hear it freeze and stand -

In silence

The scream will chill your very bone,

Send shivers roaring down your spine

Imprinted

It will haunt you.

You can’t escape.

The scream will open your ears and widen your eyes

Before you can close them.

But it cannot shut it out.

Only dampen the terror.

The horror.

You are petrified.

It knows you are there.

The scream knows.

And it will hunt you.

And find you.

And kill you.

And you will wish you were dead before it could catch you -

But you won’t be;

You’re senses will be alive -

Intensified

And you will be scared.

As you hear it approaching you want to run -

But you can’t.

You try to shut it out and wake up as if from a dream -

But you won’t.

This is your nightmare;

Your living, breathing nightmare,

From which you’ll never wake.

By: Snohvit

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The Uruk-Hai

The sun arises over the mountains,
It’s rays are bright, they shine on fountains.
The air is thick and faul,
In the waist a far you can hear a haul.

The red sun rises over the sea,
Uruk-hai marching, maybe a thousend, or three.
People screaming, people dying,
The sound, a dragon flying.

The fire, it’s free,
The people try to flee,
Trying to save their short lifes,
Children, men and wifes.

The sun is at her apex,
The people are dead, Uruks relax.
They piled the carcasses and set them on fire,
And now they are heading for the Shire..

By: Vanwa Quen

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The Final Memory

Miles away from all civilization,
 from where the unknowing slaves of middle class society toil endlessly
 in the fires of their own ignorance,
 whistling dull tunes of false bliss,
 a lone soldier stands gazing towards the battlements.
He moans as a shadow falls over the thousands of bodies strewn about,
 lying prone in utter, horrifying silence.
 The lifeless vegetation rustles as he strolls aimlessly,
stumbling through the vast plains of death.
 To his mind comes the woman and child he cherishes most in the world,
beholding in dim memory
their bodies consumed by flames,
 her arms wrapped round the blazing youth as if to shield it.
He screamed once and he wept once,
even as their bodies charred and flaked away.
 The memory is vivid.
His hands frantically reach for his head
as he attempts to grasp what has occurred,
his torn body shaking violently.
 And it dawns on him.
He has fought as so many others foolishly have.
He has fought a meaningless battle for nameless men
against incalculable might.
He has fought for a false cause.
And he, as all others shall,
has fallen before the power of true evil.
He rises trembling,
 as black clouds gather overhead and thunder rolls through the sky.
He half cries, half shrieks,
lost in the realization that his comrades and family have perished for nothing.
 He laughs at the roiling clouds,
and at the terrible Eye,
 and with a shout his soul is torn from him in sorrow,
the last victim of a hopeless war.
....And nothing stands before us.
Nothing ever will again.

By: Molgreth

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The Tail from a Balrog’s Eyes

Flame and shadow are what I am called
Morgoth’s design
Sculpted by the very hands who made the powerful tremble
In the depths of the earth I wait
Pactiently and ever resting until desterbed
Upon my awakening lies desaster
Upon my feet are flames
My hands as shadow
My whip as a deadly tool of the elements
No mockery am I of anyone
And longest of the old creatures have I dwelled
Until one day when my fires shall fail
That my race will end
On that day
Hell would have frozen over
For I am a Balrog
Powerfull in might and will
And ever existing in the dark places of the earth.

By: Naia Nightwatch

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The One Drink

Three Drinks for the Elven-kings under the table,
  Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their inn’s of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men drinking being able,
  One for the Dark Lord on his ale throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Pubs lie.
  One Drink to drunk them all, One Drink to lie them,
  One Drink to take them all and in the baisment bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Pubs lie.

By: Bloody_me

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Ongoing Poem

The Final Poem;

A maiden of the light, with light movement
Saw eating orc for breakfast as an improvement
One morning she grabed and orc, sliched and stewed
Then she ate him wich improved here mood
She had some wine, and grapes along.
Then looked for the cheese, but it was gone
And in disappointment, she thought of a song:
"ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
squish the lady birds under my thumb"
She poked herself and thought "this is dumb"
She went outside into the night
And found herself lost in fright
For before her stood a Balrog tall
Looked at her and said, you are small
I’m going to slice you up and make you a meat ball
Then I will go to meet the pigs
He stops talking and a hole the maiden digs
She dug so deep she had no way out
She was scared for she heard the balrog shout
The mighty balrog grabed his whip
Spanked the maiden and drunk her blood in one sip
Then he sat down with a blueberry muffin
Ate it and kept on luvin’
While he prepared the rest of the maiden for the oven
The doorbel rang.
and out came
A pink Leprechaun, what an ugly thang.
And the Leprechaun had a fang
And an really irritating song he sang,
To his darling doll, who anon he’d hang,
Ho hum ho hum Do we see and elf,
Or is the Balrog a kid of twelve?
With heart of ice, and all thoughts of self,
The Balrog turned into a kid of twelve.
And while I was there I ran into an elf
The twelve year old explained.
The kid ran, and the maiden remained.
This was the story of a Balrog,
And his blog...

By: The Bloodlings

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Untitled

When you’re one of the few, to land on your feet,
What will you do to get Elves meat?
Make them mad, make them sad,
They can add their own blood,
Make them do want you want the to,
Make them bleed, make them cry,
Make them lay down and die.

By: Vanwa Quen

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Will of our master

Men of Gondor call for friends

Rohans retreat to the Deep

Elves go to the western lands

They flee on ships and weep.

What is the cause of this evil tide?

What drives them mad of fear?

Why did Sharku change his side?

Even the Valar dare not to interfere.

In dormant Mordor, land of death

Great evil stirres up once more

Orcs are swarming to make the last war.

Out of darkness to the free lands

We’ll pillage and into battles run.

Until our Masters Will is done.

By: Narog Gothurz

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Untitled

Let the light of the world be gone

and let the sun shine no more

may darkness forever take over

and the world lose its order

let hope fade away from the hearts of men

of elves, dwarves and every race

may their desire for power

bring them to their end

make them bow before the Dark Lord

who lives in his high throne in Mordor

shall black clouds cover the sky

and in their rage ruin the land

may the cruel winter

never end its reign

follow the path you cannot see

shall death and despair be

wield your sword

in name of the Dark Lord

and may the evil live inside you.

By: Arkharoth

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Past-Master

Past-Master carried his staff,
skull of an orc,
Past-Master cared not for the jeeres,
the elven princes bestowed him with,
Past-Master had been to the undying lands,
Past-Master would be at Dagorath,
Past-Master would then return,
to a forgotten land afar,
the blade he carried was his friends,
the blade had drank his blood,
Past-Master was not what they remembered him as,
Past-Master was forgot,
his tattered clothes held many battles,
his helm, he kept by his side,
Past-Master reached the throne that was white,
Past-Master bowed down........

Past-Master sat on a black throne,
the black palace was his own,
surrounding him were heros dammed,
elf, orc, dwarf and man,
Past-Master was not Past-Master now,
he was someone else,
Past-Master wore the Dragon Helm,
he smiled at Dagorath,
when his black blade would drink a Vala’s blood.......

By: Korvus

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Army

They stand there
Tall, proud
All individuals
Linked together
By a common cause
By unshakeable faith
In what they believe
The sun sinks behind them
And glints off their armor
Strange how they look
Like angels, saviours
Even though they are
The harbingers of death...
Maybe even their own.

By: Ravenlock

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Wanderer

Lost souls wander through the mist
Through the endless shroud of night
Their time with the living was not enough
For them to reach the heavens’ light
Forever they’ll wander, forever they’ll be
Doomed to wander for all eternity...

By: Ravenlock

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Untitled

The shadows scatter before me
No wind carries my name
A fire burns within me
I sign my name in flame
Y ou fool, Ar-Pharazon
To think I would lie at your feet
As I look upon the White Tree
I will not suffer a defeat
I planted sweet words
Choking on my smile
At Amenelos the Golden
Those silver leaves I will defile
Under it’s very dome
I will light Melkor’s pyre
Eru has deceived you
Take a blessing from the fire
Ah, Numenor, you lie in waste
A soldier of fortune now holds sway
The wind sweeps over my name
Men will ever rue this day
They will fight their very shadow
Camouflaging Pride and Fears
Savour the sweet voice of Sauron
Swallow thy pitiful tears
Their downfall belonged to them alone
That fool King belonged to me
Melkor’s name shall prevail him
Only in him shall you be free...
I danced in the shadow
I sang my litany to the night
Fie to you, Yavannah
We shall never serve, we fight.

By: Dumenlion

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Untitled

Parading troups and marching feet
Many see the blood they shed.
Looking at their great defeats
And trembling as they see the dead.

A mother’s kiss and one last look
At a home so good and fair.
Then your name recorded with
The war that happened there.

You look your enemy in the eye
Thinking they’ll never know
What pain it is to see them die
And nights filled with sorrow.

You pull yourself through dreary marching
Battles where brave men die
Wishing you could somehow rest,
Hoping the pain would subside.

Then finally with one last day
You breath your last goodbye
And see the taunting in the faces,
But you finally have a place to lie

By: LadyGaldrhissim

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Untitled

A tall figure stood on the edge of a cliff
Armed with long knives
And a scimitar-like sword.
The sky above him darkened
The wind blew strands of his thin hair
Across his scarred face.
As he looked down,
He laughed at the men below him
Underneath their shining armor
He knew that they were trembling.
And as the many disfigured creatures gathered behind him
He laughed again at the cowardice of those below him
He knew that he had already won the battle
But had he won the war?

They advanced.
Walking forward in unison,
Malicious grins on their faces
We tried to suppress our fear,
But they could sense it.
The silence bore down on us
Daring us to make a sound.
One ferocious snarl, and they all came forward.
The din of the clashing weapons was deafening
And I found myself wishing for the silence to return.
Despite the numbers of the foul creatures
That we disposed of.
More kept appearing.
We were failing.
I heard that terrible cackle again
And a voice said, “Come now, it is time to battle.”
I shut my eyes, not wanting to face this menace.
After a long pause, I opened my eyes
And found myself in my tent,
Staring into my comrade’s eyes.
“Come now, friend, it is time to battle.”

By: Rose of Roogna

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The last Unicorn

I was the first and the last
I am what was and what is to be
Since the dawn of time i have lived
And shall live till the last setting of the sun

When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future has passed
Without even a last desperate warning
When the clouds path is torn
And all depart for the heavens
I shall remain.

I have seen many moons and many suns
And shall see many more
My tortured soul allows no love
For love comes and goes like a spark
Here one moment
And gone the next.
And what does love do
But slip through the fingertips
of those who grasp it so firmly.

I am a symbol of darkness
Yet i give more light than any creature
If you notice me beware
For i am the sign that the end is near

So if you see me through the shadow
Though i may be old and worn
Hear my whisper through the darkness
I am the last unicorn.

By: Enynduil

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Untitled

The deepest dark is where I delve
Lower than Hell’s base
You will never hear my laughter
Or even glimpse my face
I will drag you screaming to the gutter
Let the wargs tear you apart
I will destroy your every endeavour
That you might unwaringly start
Forget hope, know only pity
Others will shy from your touch
The shadow of Sauron surrounds you
No one escapes it’s touch
They named me your depression
I sow only distrust and hate
I gather only bitter herbs
In hunger you will lick the plate
Always paranoia
Life in chains you will spend
Sauron will follow you a lifetime
He will devour you in the end.

By: Dumenelion

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Untitled

One step forward, one step back
Goosestep, salute Sauron in black
Right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Onto glory, the Orcs will fight.
Smashem, bashem, cut their throats
Burn their homes, sink their boats
Grab the mithril, steal the gold
Leave the bodies to grow cold.
Orcs on a mission, out their caves
Send the Gondorians to their graves
Salute the Witchking, bow to Sauron
Left, right, left, right, get a move on.

By: Dumenelion

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Untitled

Army of inumeral number,
Who brought wrath asunder,
Slaves to the ruthless eye,
Shrieking when listening to their cry,
Frightening and horrible faces,
Who dwell in the dark and dismal places,
Who kills those that live in the light,
And makes them feel thier plight,
Rulers of despair and doom,
In mordor do they loom,
The army of mordor,
Hates those that dwell in gondor,
And all others that follow the light,
And shun mordor’s army of might,
Hosting orcs,goblins,wraith’s, and trolls,
Wishing to destroy all the good souls,
The army of mordor strewn with evil deed,
And for no other army’s does it heed.

By: Duncirith

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The Runaway Orc

Born a slave
With no choice but to serve
Serve the dark
To leave his mark.

Yet he felt lonely
But He never complained
He never even cried
But He knew that his pain was bleeding him dry
So he buried all his feelings tonite

Tonite the dark night
Where nothing would ignite
The opponents will to fight
The slave he hated then
And put him in an elvish den
And who never called him freind
Even when he always lent
The best of his that he had
But they always just felt mad
Even after blood they were never glad

So he ran away into peace
But his masters wish never ceased
It always brought him back
Just like a poor old tramp

For his life belonged to the Eye
And it would watch him die
And it would not let him shed a tear to cry
The orc slave was just living a lie.

By: Nameless One

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Nazgul 

The darkness is blinding,
My thoughts are of life,
Not mine and,
Not binding.
Just terror.
.........Strife.
The darkness is calling.
It calls to my blood.
My soul,
It is falling,
From heaven, above.
The Darkness is nearing.
It’s Loud in my head.
I’m Dreaming of evil.
Their fear of my dread.
My dread is my engine,
Their fear is my fuel.
Dreadfull is my darkness.
I’m terror.
Nazgul

By: Morgorth

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Limmericks

The title’s a bore, that’s the thing
They need one with a little more zing
"Look Who’s Tolkien" has worth;
"Battlefield Middle Earth"?
But I’m partial to "Dude, Where’s My Ring?"

 
There once was a hobbit named Frodo,
In his pocket he caried Big Mojo.
But he tossed it away,
one fine springtime day.
With the help of a creature named Smeagol.

By: Whirledtraveller

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Untitled

Nameless passed the salt
Then ordered the Troll to halt.
He started to say that bland hobbit was LW’s fault.
He would rather have some chocolate malt

Then he took the bunny back
And took a knife and began to hack
Of other bunnies there was no lack
For Mordor never had lack of traps

So while LW ate the rabbit
Nameless advised him of the addictive habbit

Because eating bunny
Made sick the minions tummy
And he only wanted life to be funny
For he knew his dead carcass would turn into a training dummy

By: Nameless One

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Untitled

There was a man, sitting on a tor
With wings spread wide, like an angel
But in fact an angel he was not,
For he had a heart of bone.

He sat there, gazing down upon us
His eyes jet black, cold, hard but sharp.
His eyes were searching for a jewel
That glowed a deep, blood red, in the dark.

He could feel them moving inside of
The powerless things, without wings;
That walked upon the grouund, grey and brown.
Among a great, shining city,

Not knowing that he would hurtle down,
And pluck one from its meagre life;
They are young and dumb not old and wise,
Not knowing things, of the past.

He was a devil, silent but cruel,
One of a kind, alone to feast
Upon the creatures of the stoney earth
And rule them with a life of fear.

By: Tuftie 27