[Gollum the Great]

Unconquerable spears of steel
were at his nod, no ruth did feel
the legions of his marshalled hate,
on whom did wolf and raven wait;
and black the ravens sat and cried
upon their banners black and wide
was heard their hideous chanting dread
above the reek and trampled dead.
With fire and sword his ruin red
on all who would not bow the head
like lightning fell. The Northern land
lay groaning neath his ghastly hand.

Alright, someone like has got to rock.

Then Morgoth came. For the last time
in those great wars he dared to climb
from subterranean throne profound,
the rumour of his feet a sound
of rumbling earthquake underground.
Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned
he issued forth;his mighty shield
a vast unblazoned sable field
with shadow like a thundercloud;
and o'er the gleaming king it bowed,
as huge aloft like mace he hurled
that hammer of the underworld,
Grond. Clanging to the ground it tumbled
down like a thunderbolt, and crumbled
the rocks beneath it; smoke up-started,
a pit yawned, and a fire darted.

Come on, admit it. Morgoth gets the red carpet for being so cool.