Sauron

Undómion leaned back in the chair with one leg swung over the other, one hand with a goblet of wine. He did not feel any form of remorse or feel for his actions towards Ráolor’s work of art. The blind elf had beheaded the statue. Ráolor yelled at him, and even threatened Undómion should he lay hand on the statue again…The blind elf did not seem to care; all he saw was he was trying to make a point clear. Is life really all in statues and jewels? What about being friendship, or marriage, bound to someone forever? What held more worth?

„We have come this far, Ráolor, my brother.

I could escape death one more time, I could rise one more time despite the wounds that have smashed my body.

     My Lord, My Sire,

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

Let your wings be their terror.

Let your claws be their bane.

Let them look into the mirror

to see their heads cloven in twain.

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

Let death stalk their ruins.

Let threats disturb their peace.

Let winged birds come to claim

their due from life's own lease.

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.