"Hello there, Fair face!"

I smirked with hidden intent;

"Did you finally destroy the race

of Arda that Mordor-wise went?"

But Annatar's insidious.

He plays around with all figures

of Middle Earth's chessboard, so serious.

He always observes and triggers

scenarios, where he gives some hints;

Oh, how does he enjoy their strategies,

when they strive to save their lifes, he wins.

Oh, the bliss of them bloody flatteries.

Will they find their way out?

Ever wondering why he hidden remains?

Why to erase them without

some pregaming with perfect disdain?

He'd eviscerate them in a second.

His Eye did Frodo see.

But would Pippin light the beacon,

if encaptivated, dead? No, free

shall he fight the slow corruption

that spreads omniously from within.

And when he gets bored, his seduction

would be to annihilate their hopeful hymns.

He laughed at the trumpets, so cunning,

of Al-Pharazon sounding for combat;

again, at the storm electrifying, summoning

the secret of the Ring immortal; at

his own thought, the pinnacle of his Design;

He burns in fiery shadows, but today no

death for them. The One merrily shines,

as Frodo threw Him in Gorthaur's volcano,

expecting that all would now be over.

But at the sea departing to Valinor he felt

a premonition clenching his heart, hover

did he ever since in the den the Enemy dwelt.

That's why Annatar waited for so long.

That's why the scenarios unveiled so slowly.

Oh, sweet Valinor, do you feel secure and strong?

The Ring's not only Power, but Annihilation, mostly.

Once the Gate to His Hellfire is open,

every particle would burn with shrieks,

each atom disintegrated to acid, his token

to all efforts that the fools desperately seek.

But my mind is roaming, too.

His Eye met my exploring ghost.

Marvelled, he asked politely, who

is that girl, this intelligent host?

"What sort of intellect is that?"

And I grasped his damned intent.

In love, I implored for last

re-consideration from his enchanting scent.

"I know you take joy when victims pray."

I explained objectively to this Majesty.

"But there's beauty in the sunrise's ray"

"It's a mere sensation of pain, their tragedy."

"If I could beg you only once"

"My only chance to melt your heart"

"Would you give up your infernal plan?"

So my intimate speech did start.

"Oh, your eyes of purest amber"

"How they glow with glimmer of gold"

"Would my appreciation soothe your anger?"

"If I propose myself to be your bride, Lord Cold?"

What is the sensation when you hear his confession.

"I am in love with you" he whispered.

Your heart, Annatar, is my Precious possession.

Yet I didn't want to sever his discord.

I stood at Minas Thirith's towers,

seeking to find his shadow that spreads.

"I promise never to be evil" he showers

me with honesty. So for him, I bled.

Hissing with blood, splashing on his face.

Would I believe his good word?

"It would be justified not to." He says.

"I believe you anyways, my bird".

But this lingering dying past kills me...

I cannot stop observing the shadow of Mordor.

So a treacherous gleam in my eye chills me.

"Do you want to destroy the Universe, My Ardour?"

He laughs, his insidious laughter.

"Yes, of course" His Seduction did please.

"You're the Infinit Spirit, thereafter"

"Maislovaaron Navsegbogdaiar, you seize

all Life in order to control it or subvert it."

"Your intellect is unreachable, indeed."

"So I believe you can expand it, your wit."

"As much as the Ghost Holy, even exceed

his reach, now have a new perspective."

"You're evil, but now I proclaim you a saint"

"Anayovlob Satannatar, you're always objective"

"Now drink my blood, unleash the Ring restrained."

"Do you want to destroy the world?"

I asked. We both hysterically took joy.

I saw in amber the disintegration. Yet the Word

now flows inside his pitch red heart. This boy...

Is a Maiar spirit, oh Goodness.

What is this mystery, the Maiar, I can't??

"I thank Havona for Your Life, My Bloodness"

So the Infinite Ghost down to Mordor went.

"You're the excellent scholar, Shedanbludgor."

And his ambition grows even stronger.

Today he sings Gregorian chants instead of gore.

Yet the past shadow that lingers.. it conquers

my throat, that's clenched with pain as a stone.

I don't want to see his Evil weakened.

So I thank for the sheen in His Eye that's ungone.

You, Sadistic laughter...

Let's destroy the world this weekend.