Closer+Still

Closer Still Nine living nightmares of evil great, Not even with morning will they abate. Black as the night, And with pain their delight. They come closer, closer still.

Servants of darkness; Hearts of coldness. They cry aloud From behind their dark shroud. They come closer, closer still.

Darkness follows, Through the deathly hollows. Their power in men's fear, That draws them near. They come closer, closer still.

Their heinous faces hidden, Behind merciless eyes that glisten. Their voices rent the air, Speaking of death and despair. They come closer, closer still.

Hope, in the form of a mountain, And a ring, the burden of a small man. The One Ring, above all other rings, Containing power to defeat all other kings. The ring, now destroyed; Their power, now void. They come closer no more.