Disclaimer: Maglor and all his angst belong to J. R. R. Tolkien.
Sealight
Blasphemous, I dare to walk by Ulmo's waves,
shuddering to hear in them his wrathful voice.
I would've never loved the shore, but for your light.
And I would've never feared it, had not your light
burnt my soul to darkness, drowned it in its waves.
'Tis a twofold pain I must and cannot voice.
Yet a bloodshot darkness, seared by grief, my voice
taints the mists to shape a lament for your light.
'Tis a selfish tune, and fades beneath the waves.
Let Ulmo's waves drown my voice with your light.