By a nameless slave of Mordor, upon being released after the War of the Ring.
In my breathless cell, in clinking chains,
Some little part of me remains,
For I never take a step but see
Old masters looming behind me.
They still disturb my every dream,
But no longer lidless – blind they seem.
We still toil on Nurnen’s slopes,
But now sowing our newfound hopes.
To be bondless, to be free,
Those untaught words meant naught to me
Till tidings came from the Lithui:
The Eye has fallen. We are free.
Ah, how we danced to the water’s song
On the dark sands, all night long!
I heard a cry go echoing past:
Tomorrow has come – at last, at last.
