Their bright eyes beat back the Dark...
We cannot, shall not understand
Their rage, their joy, the burning brand,
That fathomless Ilúvatar
Gave unto those that ageless are:
A brighter spark.
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Their rough songs carve through the Dark...
Shall we ever understand?
The shorter years, the weaker hand
That wise Eru Ilúvatar
Bestowed on them that Mortal are:
A lesser spark.
Well, I hope it's obvious, but this is about the Two Kindreds: Men and Elves; and what they think of each other. The first stanza is men to elves, and the second is elves to men. I tried to make it more challenging for myself by using the same rhymes in both stanzas. :) Feedback would be lovely.
~RandomCelt, the (as always) non-Tolkien