by Sauron Gorthaur
I dreamed of dark, and dark there came;
My eyes reflect an inward flame,
and from that fire forged within
the seeds of doubt and greed begin
to grow. And there the steps of vengeance fall:
My wrath towards Men who heed my call.
As they sail forth to war and strife,
Death and destruction, but not to life,
Their god who wrote greed in their heart
glories and sees fear's treachery start.
And as the Eagles rise on the cloud,
My laughter rings thrice cold and loud.
Pharazôn's pride in Alcarondas's sails
will soon turn to dread in the ocean's wails
as my hated foes follow Melkor's path,
down to destruction and the Valar's wrath!