She was wild, dark & full of belligerent determination when she first walked through the gates of my Mordor. It was a desolate place I inhabited, uncertainty, gloom & doom lingered in the putrid air. Sentries guarding the gates attempted to disarm her with snarls, fermenting mistrust and ignorant hate, yet, Sauron was invincible. She approached me with the despotic charm of one who is aware of their own omnipotence, darkly persuasive in her appeal. There was something alluring about this migh...
