A little while back, a Facebook friend posted a meme about the Nazgûl (from Lord of the Rings, for those who don’t know) on their timeline. Me being me, I decided to draft a super quick poem about them and I posted it in the comments. Said friend really liked it, and commissioned me to edit it and a design a poster so that they could have some poetry decorating their house.
It was so fun. I’ve done bits and pieces of poetic fic in the past, but doing a character study on one of the Nine was a fresh challenge. I didn’t do the Witch-King of Angmar, because there’s so much lore around him I wouldn’t know what to include. Neither did I do Khamûl, because I don’t know his lore very well at all. So instead we’ve got some random wraith being sad and in pain.
I have not ridden in millennia.
My Lord’s eye grows and watches,
burns me. He makes me hunger. If only
I could content myself with
Wine and poppy and pipe weed
Forming rings, my ring, his ring is found.
Orcs, give me cloak and helmet and a
Blade to serve my master;
The starved hidden thing said
I ride, shadow and want to this place
Is not Fangorn, but it is ancient
And live and noxious.
My Lord has been here. I
Smell gold and sulphur and
Sick sweet rot. The wights
Call to me, whisper tales of the
Dúnedain they have taken. Pitiful things,
The Witch-King will not care.
Orodruin’s power and
Barad-dûr’s rot. My nose and ears
Know he is so close. My ears know
A sound. My Lord I am coming.
It is gone. He is gone.
My Lord forgive me,
I will not fail again.
Come Nazgûl, true kings of men
On we search.