Echoes in Mirkwood

Under shadows of Misty Mountains
Pale eyes… follow closely
Don’t stray from the path again
Roots feeding… poison water
Nameless creatures… hunger calling
Sniffing, crawling, sneaking up on you
Spawn of Shelob, web spinning
Maybe catch usses a Hobbit or two.
To the south… Dol Guldur
Tortured lost souls of mortal men
Lord of nine… always watching
To feel his touch is to taste its sin
Twisted guardians, tall evil brood
Yavanna’s vision gone bad
Sauron’s hand, far reaching
Echos in Mirkwood go mad
Can’t breathe… feet heavy
All suffer once lost was found
Evil eye… ever searching
As the One pulls you down.
Twisted guardians, tall evil brood
Yavanna’s vision gone bad
Sauron’s hand, far reaching
Echos in Mirkwood go mad