Title: Song of Mordor
Author: Yuggster
Rating: T (may be disturbing to young or very sensitive readers)
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to Tolkien. "The Tyger", of which I have borrowed the meter and rhyme, belongs to William Blake.
Summary: A rather dark poem, written to the rhythm of William Blake's "The Tyger". Something of a song for the orcish hordes.

Author's Note: Um...yeah. I'm not entirely sure where my dark side was hiding, but it came out when I was writing this. It might be a little disturbing...it was originally going to be a more lighthearted parody like "How Orcs Were Invented", but it kind of turned into something...else.


Song of Mordor

Lord of Mordor, strong in might,
Give to us eternal night!
Here beneath the lidless Eye
We burn and shape our destiny!

Born beneath barbaric skies
We sing thy praise to Elven cries.
Here we crush those who aspire
To defy thee, Lord of Fire.

For what word of song or art
Could break our blackened, burning hearts?
Elves and Men and all we meet
Will dread the tramping of our feet!

What care we for mortal pain,
We who seek to spread thy fame?
We will strive until, at last,
Every land is in thy grasp!

While the Elves through countless years
Have cursed thy name with cries and tears,
We labor, thy will to please.
Hail, Great Eye! We honor thee!

Lord of Mordor, strong in might,
Give to us eternal night!
Here beneath the lidless Eye
We dare to shape our destiny!


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