Author's note: I own nothing, enjoy.


How could I know, what the dawn would bring?
How, could I stop what could not be?
How, can I change what has passed around me..?
How can I learn not to see…

…Oh I miss the sound of the hooves on silver stones,
And the smell of the fragrant grasses blowing…
To the crash of the tide on the unyielding shore,
How could I have lived without knowing..?
Knowledge,
Time,
Is a strange teacher.
To test us and best us before we can learn,
And leave us reeling in the wake of the disaster,
After,
When it's far too late to turn, away…
I've lost the day to endless night,
Chilling light I see, and what has to be,
Is as hateful to me as the light…

How can I fight what is part of me?
How do I open these eyes to see?
Lost is my flesh, and the land I adored,
Sacrificed all for the ring of a lord!

One ring! Out of nine…
Precious thing, that is mine…
For this I gave all that a mortal man can give,

And in return it slew me but in death's embrace I live!

One ring! On my hand…
To dull the pain of ages as I follow His command,
And there is now no choice to fight or flee…
I have no strength alone; I am a crippled enemy…

Time…
How could I know..?
That in time, only hatred can grow..?
And weakness breeds in souls that he commands…
And pain and blindness still walk hand in hand?

One ring… all I own…
And even this is not,

My... own…