This is my first stab at poetry on fan fiction. Please review it and give some points to ponder with regard to my writing. I know it's very short. I had originally intended on writing a poem about the battle between Glorfindel and a Balrog, but the more I had the image of a Balrog in my mind, the more I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
I'm still a beginner but what what I've tried to do here is give a description of a Balrog waking from deep within Moira after the fellowship has been discovered traveling through it (Moira).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in "The Lord of the Rings." Mr. J.R.R. Tolkein does.
Waking Death (Waking a Balrog)
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An immense molten mass aflame with fiery fury awakens,
sending tremors of fear amongst the Uruk-hai horde.
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Its blazing body beats back blistering boulders.
With great, passionate evil rekindled,
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The demon sets out to fulfil its dire purpose.
Leaving a smouldering, molten avulsion within the earth.