the Fires of Mordor

Firefalls far from fair feelings

Pithy pits pot the plains

Sky a look, a giant eye

Opens to squint

Spots dots and plots

Alight gaze burns through fates

Sets its ants a'marching

Mudborn men

Bred to bare men to mud

O endings begat through timeless

Treacherous golden circlets, fingerbound

Bred to bare to firefalls

Far from fair feelings