We Without Wings

We Without Wings Wander Watery Wastes,

Wistfully Weeping.

Wondering 'What Went Wrong?'

 

When We Were White Wardens: Wearing Wholesome Wreaths, We Wrought Wonders, Willingly.

Why?

Wraith Was Watching. Warm... Wrathful, Watching.

Wickedness Woke, Whispering Wiley Wants With We White Wardens.

'Worthless Wraith Watches? While We Wearily Work Worlds? Weak, Worshipped Wretch! Were We Wise: We Wilful Warriors Would Wage War With Wraith... We'd Win Wildly!'

 

Woe! We Were Warped!: With White Wrongly Wiped. Wreaths Withered, Wardenhood Whittled

We Were Winged Wolves.

Without Warning We Wayward Wards Wrecked Whole Worlds With Waspish Weapons,

Waylaying Weaker Wardens. When Worldly Wars Were Won, Wickedness Whipped Wraith's Walls With Weazen Winds.

'WAVER WRAITH, WAVER WRITHING WHORE!'

 

Wraith Was Waiting, With Worrisome Wrath Whiteness Wrestled Wickedness, Wraith Whacked Warped Wardens. Wrenched Wayward Wings, While We Wolves Wailed.

With Wickedness Wrung, We Withdrew Within Wraith's Worst World:

Wingless, Wanton, Wasted.