Carcharoth - Summoning

Upon the threshold, watchful, dire

His eyes new-kindled with dull fire

His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame

Aroused he watched the no one came

No flitting shade nor hunted shape

Seeking from Angband to escape

Now past that guard what guile or might

Could thrust from death into the light?

As gleam of swords in fire there flashed

The fangs of Carcharoth, and crashed

Together like a trap, and tore

His hand about the wrist, and shore