the one who walks with no name

[artanaro]

The moonlight pale lit this place
The path he walks it leaves no trace
The candles burn then they go out
The cold wind brings the sower of doubt
Like a thousand cold forsaken fingers
The stench of death about him lingers
As Tilion makes his nightly travels
He walks through dreams without trammels
He brings nightmares to young and old
Those nightmares so vile they remain untold
The invader of Lorien's domain
The one who walks with no name

Artanaro