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Well, here's one just for the heck of it.
In Mordor, he did battle
Severed from the hand of darkness
Into Orodruin he took it
Lust for power undid him
Doom followed the King
Upon Gladden Fields, it came,
Rest now in death, Isildur
That's all for now.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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