Beware the Balrog

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A spark in the darkness,
a fell wind fueled a flame.
An evil was given shape,
when the world was new.
Roused to action
by Bauglir's words.
The war and the master,
both lost to light.
Then refuge it sought
in the misty mountains.
Under Khazad Dum's halls
for a while, it dwelt.
And there, in the darkness
and the dark of mortal heart.
It waited in the shadows
for a new master's call.
For light shall pass on,
and die in the west.
Where the silver ships
of Cirdan are wont to go.
And then shall come
a time for reckoning.
When all shall fall
unto shadow.
Beware of the dark places
where no light dares to be.
For there are some things
of shadow.
That mortal eyes
are not meant to see.
Beware the spider of Ephel Duath,
beware the Uruks and the wargs.
Beware the burning eye of Mordor,
but above all,
beware the Balrog.

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