| My Poems Page |
| <--------------------Here are just some poems I have written. I hope you like them!--------------------> <----------------------------------Black is poem another color is the idea behind it----------------------------------> |
| Balrog Lord of darkness, weilder of flame; sent back to the crack in which he came. This is a really short poem about what happened to the Balrog from Lord of the Rings. I may add more to this later. What do you think? (c) to me |
| Lasted updated 1/18/04 (c) Copyright to ringwraith. All rights reserved. |
| The Story of the Ringwraiths Mortal men doomed to die, Now on fell beasts do they fly; Servants of Sauron creator of the ring, For unto Middle Earth much evil did he bring; They shriek with anger, fiercness, wrath, Scaring all who falls in their path; Neither living nor dead but here none-the-less, All in black do they dress; Day and night they ride faster, faster, To find the ring and get it to it's master; They cannot see but they can hear, And sense the ring when it is near; Nine nazgul, ringwraiths, riders in black, The king of them all stabbed in the back; Of the knee and dropped his mace, Only to be stabbed in the face; The king may be destroyed but the others they do live, And horror to the people they do still give; On their fell beasts they still fly, Through the darkened, eerie sky; When the ring is destoyed they fall as well, Leaving destruction where they fell; Nine ringwraiths all in black, It is the end now, they are never coming back. By: Me (RingWaith1989) "The Story of the Ringwraith" was basicly written because I wanted to write a poem. I decided to do it on Ringwraiths and verses kept poping up in my head. The end. Nothing interesting. (c) to me. |
| Ugly I'm an ugly ol' child, the devil told me so; I held on to that lie, and never let it go. Then Jesus showed me truth, how beautiful I could be; that its the inside that counts, not the outside of me. Childish but fun. It took me like 2 minutes to think of this poem. |