A dozen short long years
Ago, from fairy skies
Of slan'drous blue and
Lying clouds like burial shrouds
Came brutal bolt, aimed
As mistletoe, evil and true
Through mind and heart,
Through very soul it
Flew, news black as
Devils' bile...
Struck down, my
Brother, the other me
And I too far to right
The wrong, sweet vengeance
For to bring to that Shelob who
Did the dire dart let fly.
No mere death would ever
Do, lest it contain eternities
Of endless pain
If in justice the world
Does turn, then let all of
Hell my fury guide, my
Sword to hone to cut
Hardest bone and as
Thanks to Hell, I'll
Sacrifice the worthless life
Of my foe who stole
From Earth and I a man
Whose piss be too noble
To be let on
Her grave
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