Mithmeoi

Galloping through the night,
Shadows blocking out moonlight,
Hooves covered with mud,
Spattered with flecks of dried blood,
A screech that chills,
All noise it stills,
On their fell beasts they perch,
For The One they search,
Enslaved by their greed,
They seek the Ring they need,
They wear crowns on their head,
But they are neither living nor dead,
The Nine are cursed,
In their journey they’re immersed,
Deceived by a liar,
They are consumed by a desire,
Through the land they ever run,
Searching for the One.
Poem written by Kris and inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings”.