The War of Wrath at last was done;
Now peace in Middle-Earth was won.
For all the men who gave them aid
The Valar had an island laid.
O Númenor, O Blessed Isle!
Thy shores did know the Valar's smile!
Their span of life was lengthened long;
To lesser men were kind and strong.
Through ages long thus reigned their kings
Of whom no man now tells or sings.
O Númenor, O Land of Star!
No shadow did thy beauty mar!
Yet was a Ban upon them laid;
To sail too far West was forbade.
At first they did with this comply
And of the Ban was heard no sigh.
O Númenor, O righteous land!
In early days for Truth did stand!
But then came fear and doubt and scorn
Concerning those of Valinor.
Unto the men of Westernesse
Their many blessings now seemed less.
O Númenor, beware! Take heed!
Let not the Darkness in thee breed!
Tar-Calion, their final king,
Did undertake a foolish thing:
His hostage Sauron was brought there,
Who unto men seemed wise and fair.
O Númenor, beware! Beware!
Let not this serpent thee ensnare!
Through flattery and many lies
Did Sauron seek the king's demise.
Ilúvatar he did deny,
Declaring Him the Valar's lie.
O Númenor! Now comes thy Fall,
If thou do heed this Sauron's call!
Then Sauron had a temple built,
And brought upon them yet more guilt:
Burnt offerings of innocents
Seeking death to circumvent.
O Númenor! Repent! Turn back!
In Eru thou didst have no lack!
Tar-Calion was old and frail
When Sauron bid him now assail
The blessed shores of Valinor
And seize him life forevermore.
O Númenor! Stay now thy hand!
Do not attack that sacred land!
A mighty fleet was then amassed;
The ancient Ban was broke at last.
Tar-Calion in pride did go
Unhindered now by dread of woe.
O Númenor! Unhappy land!
O wherefore didst thou break thy band?
But this unlawful treach'rous deed
The Valar in alarm did heed.
Of Eru sought they leave to send
A wave the once-Blessed Isle to rend.
O Númenor! O Númenor!
How swift doth come thy judgment sore!
Below the restless ocean tide
A rent was made to swiftly hide
The fleet and all her native land
Within the shifting ocean sand.
O Númenor! Take heart, fear not!
Though drowned thou be, yet not forgot!
For by thy silent eastern shore
The Faithful waited long before
The mighty waves that overcame
And drave nine ships of lasting fame.
O Númenor! Let weep who will;
In Middle-Earth thy sons live still!
A/N: The tale of Númenor's fall as told in The Silmarillion is one of my favorite passages in that book. Perhaps that is because it speaks of Men, of which race we all are a part. I hope you liked my poem! Leave a review, tell me what you think, etc. (Btw, Tar-Calion is the real name of Ar-Pharazon.)