Few here remember; Morgoth least,
The time before Un-Time had ceased,
Before the Discord rose, increased,
At Melkor's prideful song.
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Past mortal thought, where mind and Flame
Are one, he had a mighty name,
Where his songs' echoes might remain,
He Who Arose in Might.
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He dipped into infinity,
And not yet lost, but simply free
for all of brief eternity
Before he dreamed of Light.
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His thought turned slowly, and alone;
A titan shifting under stone:
Not made of flesh, of blood and bone,
But sheathed in flashing thought.
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The Void was silent, mirror-still,
And darker for the Light that spilled
Down, down beyond the shining sills
Of windows in the West.
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He swept into the Void, and Light
Clung to his wings in droplets slight,
He turned, they splashed down into Night:
Antithesis of stars.
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The waves and ripples of his mind
Still turning, echo and unwind
Threads of the Void he left behind,
For there he found no Light.
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Rising fire now rings his head,
Heavy hands and crown of dread,
Behold the starlight lying dead
Before the Lord of Lies.
Hope you like this - Morgaur, I hope this is what you had in mind! [Characters and all related stuffins (c) Tolkien.] What do you think of Morgoth here? Is he in character?
~RandomCelt