The Dark Lord Sauron
Another bit of fanfic that I actually wrote for school. Chaucer character sketch, this time.
Title: Untitled
Word Count: 363
A/N: There's really not much I can say about this...
All throughout time there have been Dark Lords,
The lesser of which have been ignored.
But one I know has made his mark
Horrifying he was, and his heart was dark.
His name was Sauron, and he was feared by many.
He was a slave but his slaves were plenty.
Second in command, loyal and true;
Of those more faithful there were few
To Melkor, Morgoth, Dark Lord supreme,
The master of all, or so it would seem:
He was exiled not long after,
And Sauron became his minions’ master.
With great skill he deceived them all,
Men and elves he made to be thralls.
With deceit and treachery he corrupted Man,
Like a spider weaving what web he can
To serve his purpose and snare his prey,
And send their armies into disarray.
He could change his shape to serve his will
And mastered each with immeasurable skill.
His pride allowed not for any repentance
So he fled to evade the righteous sentence
Given to him by the gods of old.
His evil now they did behold.
A master he was at telling lies,
His true purpose kept in disguise.
He befriended elves, taught them many things
And together they forged a couple of rings.
He took a fair form to live among men
And prayed on their fears of death once again.
Having the immortality of his race, he
Survived that battle, died not in the sea,
Where his war against the gods
Came to an end, against all odds.
No longer able to change his appearance
Sauron found new means for perseverance.
His skin now black and boiling hot,
He returned to Mordor and devised his plot
To weaken the kingdoms of men unseen;
He was tall and terrible, and very obscene.
Many years later there was a siege on his tower;
He lost his Ring which gave him his power.
While wary and weakened, still evil was he,
Still dangerous and deadly, and many agreed.
Known by various titles, including the Red Eye
He still had a body, despite what Jackson implied.
Destroyed in that war, finally put to an end,
The dissension he caused his time will transcend.
Title: Untitled
Word Count: 363
A/N: There's really not much I can say about this...
All throughout time there have been Dark Lords,
The lesser of which have been ignored.
But one I know has made his mark
Horrifying he was, and his heart was dark.
His name was Sauron, and he was feared by many.
He was a slave but his slaves were plenty.
Second in command, loyal and true;
Of those more faithful there were few
To Melkor, Morgoth, Dark Lord supreme,
The master of all, or so it would seem:
He was exiled not long after,
And Sauron became his minions’ master.
With great skill he deceived them all,
Men and elves he made to be thralls.
With deceit and treachery he corrupted Man,
Like a spider weaving what web he can
To serve his purpose and snare his prey,
And send their armies into disarray.
He could change his shape to serve his will
And mastered each with immeasurable skill.
His pride allowed not for any repentance
So he fled to evade the righteous sentence
Given to him by the gods of old.
His evil now they did behold.
A master he was at telling lies,
His true purpose kept in disguise.
He befriended elves, taught them many things
And together they forged a couple of rings.
He took a fair form to live among men
And prayed on their fears of death once again.
Having the immortality of his race, he
Survived that battle, died not in the sea,
Where his war against the gods
Came to an end, against all odds.
No longer able to change his appearance
Sauron found new means for perseverance.
His skin now black and boiling hot,
He returned to Mordor and devised his plot
To weaken the kingdoms of men unseen;
He was tall and terrible, and very obscene.
Many years later there was a siege on his tower;
He lost his Ring which gave him his power.
While wary and weakened, still evil was he,
Still dangerous and deadly, and many agreed.
Known by various titles, including the Red Eye
He still had a body, despite what Jackson implied.
Destroyed in that war, finally put to an end,
The dissension he caused his time will transcend.