The Dark Lord. Poem by Peri Morgan

In the land where shadows fall,
and fair folk dare not tread,
The Dark Lord sits ruling all,
and the helm upon his head,
was of a metal strong but light,
yet golden was his hair,
behind his eyes, a red light bright,
nought in this land was fair,
clad in mail purest black,
the steed would match the master,
the black land none dare attack,
nor come there after,
yet of all the peoples free to roam,
one dared to stand,
and with her army left her home,
heading for the black land,
fair skin and silver hair,
most beautiful was she,
and silver cloak with golden broach,
about her she would wear,
and wisdom from forgotten years,
for she was an elven Queen,
a great battle then arose,
before the very gate,
standing there were all the foes,
of the land of hate,
The Dark Lord was overthrown,
and in his place a Queen,
yet as she sat on his throne,
they knew no race was free.