The Witch King's Prophesy

This goes along with my story, The Nazgul ride Forth. It is the Prophesy set into motion by the greatest of the Nine, the Witch King of Angmar. Forged in his last attempt to cling to existance and reunite with the other Black Riders.

The eyes once clear, the darkness clouds
A hearth of ice his warmth enshrouds
When darkness falls, the Nazgul calls
And from within an answer sounds

When all the light has fled from sight
And broken splinters of mortality fall
Returned will be the Ringwraiths might
Return to darkness, sorrow all

Those that were broken will be whole
Their shrieks shall pierce the night
The end of the king, at Mordor's gate,
The final, death of light...

"Into your warmth, my chill descends
To your limbs, my strength I lend
Within your breast, my darkness pour
From your life, I live once more!"

The eyes once clear, the darkness clouds
When all the light has fled from sight
Those that were broken will be whole
The final, death of light.