A group of Hobbits left the Shire. It wasn't a big thing.
There on a chain around his neck - one carried Sauron's Ring.
When out of Mordor came the Nine - a terrifying sight,
On hellish devil horses - in garb black as midnight,

Their forms were almost spectral. Their voices harsh and shrill.
Their eyes were red and flaming - and their foul Black Breath could kill.
They carried evil weapons - and one bore a Morgul knife.
Upon the heights of Weathertop - Frodo almost lost his life.


Nine men who fell
Under the spell.
Black Riders in the night.


When unhorsed at the river ford - before long they returned.
Their mission: Find the Master Ring, In their black hearts it burned.
The Witch King led the Dark Lord's troops - to Gondor and to war.
'Twas there he met his downfall - on the Fields of Pelennor.

The head Fell Rider thought he knew - the old prophetic plan,
But Merry and brave Eowyn were certainly "no man"!
The other eight arrived too late - and vanished in the gloom
When Gollum and the mighty Ring - both burned up in Mount Doom.


Power unmade,
Back into shade.
Black Riders in the night.
Fell Riders were served right.
Nine Ringwraiths out of sight!