The Darkling Wept
The Darkling wept as he viewed the sight.
The Dring had been up half the night,
And on the doorstep stood a Jight,
Weary from it's gruelling flight.
The Dring watched fearful, by his side,
All windows now flung open wide;
And as the screaming night time died,
They heard the war horse deathly ride.
The Darkling new the news was dire.
He'd seen the night sky burning fire,
He'd seen the Higger's war attire,
Heard cannons echo through the Shire
"Tell me the worst," the Darkling said.
"How far has this great horror spread?
How many need a coffin bed?
Tell me, Jight, the things I dread!"
And so the Jight's recanted tale,
Voiced in one long mournful wail,
Told of Higger's bloody trail
Staining every hill and dale.
"Half the Slimps have disappeared.
All Linkies have been axed or speared,
And Dorglops blood I am afeared
On Higger's axe is also smeared!"
The deathwind through the fir trees soughed
The Darkling groaned, he cried aloud.
"My job is done! Death's awful shroud
Now smothers with its killing cloud.
These creatures with their murderous way
Will learn that evil doesn't pay,
Their time is done. Their gruesome day
Is over, now I pave the way
For new blood.....freedom is the game.
Mankind I think will be the
name.
This Human race I'll slowly train
For peace, they'll be so very tame."
And so the Darkling set anew
A detailed plan of things to do.
Now we know how the whole thing grew
And I don't think it worked....Do you?
