A man I once loved, proud, noble and strong
that love was great yet did not last long.

The ring that was given soon replaced ours;
the one I had given that night under the stars.

Yet that night was soon forgot,
my marriage was failing and I watched it rot.

The King I had married was no longer mine,
his heart was corrupted, a Nazgûl, Ulairi, now one of the nine.