Avathar - Tower of the Moon
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White marble walls
designed to catch and reflect the moonlight
shone with a soft silvery gleam
such beauty in these mortal lands cannot last
the deepest darkness
haunts behind mountains strong and grim
awaiting its time, in the shade growing and taking a form

Flying on black wings
the darkest of kings
sent forth a plague
so many lives to take

Darkness crept to the land of fire
while the guardians watchful gaze was elsewhere
taking back the fields of dust and the cursed vale of Gorgoroth
conquering the tower of the moon
with the blackest of witchcraft and the legions of doom
twisted, poisoned and broken was its light
there sanity was lost and replaced by fright

In this shade of eternal night
once grew a sapling of Nimloth the white
a tree of the mighty kings of Numenor
an image of the silvery tree of light
within it a power of ancient might
untouched by the evil deeds of men

Darkness ruled again the land of terror
were the guard posts were ruined
and decayed by time
spreading across the fields of dust and the cursed vale of Gorgoroth
the twisted corpselight of Minas Morgul that illuminated nothing
shined its cold and sickening glow
the gate once fair and joy to the eyes
now turned to a horrid mouth of wicked silence

Yet still we remember
the beauty of Isildurs city
and in our dreams still walk under the silvery moon
on the streets of Minas Ithil and in the gardens of Ithilien
maybe one day we may return