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Poem on the Fifth Battle. I've been re-reading that chapter a lot lately.
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The earth is grieving it's loss
The fields are filled with endless frost.
The stars are gaunt and yet so bright
They mourn the endless death tonight.
Tirion flees across the sky
For fear of the morn's lies
And Arien swoops and sees the tears.
And spends the day enveloped in fears.
Melkor sees his hard labour
And laughs despite the cost
His servant's tremble at his feet
No one mourns the lives they lost.
Mandos sees his curse awake
Upon the land he helped to make.
And his halls fill with the broken elves
Mourning the damage they wrought upon themselves
Manwe rests in his abode
And grieves the endless damage done.
The Valar are silent in their council
Words are stopped; no songs are sung.
The Fifth Battle of the Silmarils was fought
The Eldar and Edain still mourn the lost.
Haudh-en-Nirnaeth is laid to rest
The Elves will sing and never forget.
Poem on the Fifth Battle. I've been re-reading that chapter a lot lately.
ALL REVIEWS WELCOME.
The earth is grieving it's loss
The fields are filled with endless frost.
The stars are gaunt and yet so bright
They mourn the endless death tonight.
Tirion flees across the sky
For fear of the morn's lies
And Arien swoops and sees the tears.
And spends the day enveloped in fears.
Melkor sees his hard labour
And laughs despite the cost
His servant's tremble at his feet
No one mourns the lives they lost.
Mandos sees his curse awake
Upon the land he helped to make.
And his halls fill with the broken elves
Mourning the damage they wrought upon themselves
Manwe rests in his abode
And grieves the endless damage done.
The Valar are silent in their council
Words are stopped; no songs are sung.
The Fifth Battle of the Silmarils was fought
The Eldar and Edain still mourn the lost.
Haudh-en-Nirnaeth is laid to rest
The Elves will sing and never forget.