Poem About Sauron From The Lord Of The Rings

High upon the dark tower,

Ever searching for lost power,

The great eye, lidless, ever watching,

Down below the legions marching,

Hunger, hunger, never enough,

Through neglect the flesh slough off,

And kingly robes now tatty torn,

Only the watching eye, fiery with scorn,

The seeing stone, bought in blood,

Awaiting the day, unleashing the flood,

Visage once fair, now dark and terrible,

Reflecting your inmost thoughts so horrible,

Nine fingers on pallid veiny hand,

Reflecting the absence of the golden band,

Nine dark servants at command,

Over a shadow darkened land,

All this wanton disorder,

And where is the order,

You have so long sought,

Amongst all the turmoil you have wrought?