There comes a time in every man's life
To face head on hardship and strife,
And Angmar's trolls do count.
Atop the fair Tyl Annún isle
Stood such a troll, wretched and vile:
Angmar's proud Titan.
I've found him swagger, laugh and gloat
In all his hubris he did bloat
Atop the fair Tyl Annún isle
Where the Sunken City he aimed to defile:
Invader of Annúminas, indeed.
I knew both fear and boiling rage
But in single combat I’ve engaged
This twenty feet tall invader.
The troll swung his hammer left and right
And stomped and howled with all his might
And dirt was in the air
Atop Tyl Annún isle fair.
And I've dodged, bobbed and weaved
As best as I knew.
It seemed that darkness only grew.
But the troll got tired rather quick
His guard left down, so I could stick
A dagger up his leg.
Humbled, he knew how to beg.
And so the Titan of Tyl Annún fell,
Angmar's finer beast of war.
One down, but many more to dispel
And I hope I didn't have you bored.
