You sneer at me
as burning whips
take upon my skin
and leave marks as
my father once did upon his kin.

How could I be
such a fool
when I was clearly counseled
against trusting you closely?
Do you honestly think
that with torturing me
that I will disclose the location
of my three Elvish rings?

Too soon will come
the day when I succumb
to you thrall of Morgoth.
I will spit before your feet
as my senses become numb
and when I bleed before your eyes
know that you will soon
follow after my demise.