(©Kraft 2002)

they were kings...
once, not now...
forever enslaved
hiding in the dark

once they had flyed
terror for the weak
their black silhouete
the cold screams

the crown they weared
black as night
only dark ones could see
the true gold in them

they hide in the dark
they fly no more...
hate in their hearts
for the ones that took their master

they will forever be alive
but always wishing to die
suffering
sadness, death
nothing more
in the eyes of the nazgūl

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