The Music of a Vala

by theeventualwinner

Melkor's theme rings discordant against the music of the other Ainur in the creation of the world. But just what notes has he struck amidst the purity of Arda? On the M side of T; some violence and hints of slash.

The sun sinks into a wrack of broiling cloud,
Blooded and vital, drowned in clots of sticky night,
Where demons lie hungry and shadows prowl,
Beasts of fire and chitin and bone bay
Their verses guttural,
Twisted and howling, lust glistens red,
In the dying light eyes glint feral, visceral,
Teeth lunge and snap through arteries,
Pulsing muscle gleams raw and striated.
While their nightmare king sits on an ivory throne

And he smiles.

Always he smiles, empty and wild
Chaos made order until the crux ruptures
Spewing anarchy, retching disorder,
Throbbing low and hard and
Hurting.
An empire of pain
Slices cold and slow through skin
Drags over each faded scar, ((you're a part of me))
The breath exhaled, sharp and stinging,
Past tongues scraped across gritted teeth that scream so brutally alive.

The war machine purrs as iron shears through flesh,
Slicked red in the lives, failing madness breath of the
Victims, falsettos that grate, that soar sadistic
As blood splatters dread across the stones.
Claws grasp the jugular tightening
Until pulse flutters frantic, squirming, twisting,
((Just rip it out))
And nails pierce skin; the agony exquisite,
The haemorrhage fatal.

As one forces inside another,
Body blends into frantic body,
Cruel lover's hands gripping so tight,
Knotted through hair, dug into skin.
A revel of destruction; the individual void,
Something primal lunges, that carnal urge
To dominate, to rule absolute; savage hips roll,
Gasps tear from unwilling lips,
Some aberrant power unfurling, inhaling.
The lieutenant knows, he plays the score,
Receiver vicious, and what merciless passion gives,
Your servant I kneel, my lord, ((it would be so easy)).
Desire was dripping from his teeth.

The drums pound to their dark crescendo,
The tattoo abhorrent, the dream-fever rages,
As light collapses to thrumming shadow
Voices clamour, foul harmonies distorted,
Violent and warped and tortured divine,
The beat low and quivering; puissant, sublime,
The music of a Vala, a god defiled.
The verses swell glorious, the ravening infinite,
And he smiles.
Always he smiles.

Let the chorus begin.

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Hope you enjoyed it. In the Ainulindale, it was always mentioned that Melkor's song was discordant with the other Ainur, so pure and perfect in the creation of Arda, and that he interwove new, jarring themes throughout their music. This was just a little nod as to what some of those themes might have been.

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