The Moon-city
It is one of the pearls of Gondor for sure,
Carved into malicious stone, beside a realm of terror and tyranny,
Because it is a stronghold, guarded and robust, to watch over and ever-vigilant remain,
At the footsteps of the Evil which in any moment lurks and waits,
And this is certainly a somber of a story, sung in tales and much among the grey ways of the Third Age spoken,
For the Enemy has exactly returned one day,
A nightmare of old times in the past, a gruesome power which the frozen North used to terrorise,
It returned anew, and the fair city of moonlight in horror was turned, ghoulish and horrible for any eye that still cherishes love and honour.