Disclaimer: Everything is inspired by the all wonderful J.R.R. Tolkien!
The Days of Darkness.
By Soul-Dust
Oh, the mind of a minstrel,
upon the breeze it swells,
to bring forth such ballads,
containing stories of rise ad falls.
What says you to one such tale,
of a time long farewelled?
'tis true, yet faded with years of toil,
memories tarnished, tainted with grief,
shedding tears unnumbered,
like a spring, a well.
'tis a tale before the sun,
the moon, and all other lights,
a tale remembered by few who lives,
yet minstrels sang with regret.
Anyhow, thus runs the tale in his mind,
clouded as he is.
Bear with him for the befuddled parts,
forgive an old man's heart.
'twas a time when all was bliss,
all was soft, all was meek.
The darkness of night was genteel,
the stars shone brightly above.
No sun was yet made, nor moon,
nor blushes in the sky.
For 'twas when stars ruled the lights,
and star-people lived by.
They walked on earth for days and night,
and wreathed themselves in soft, yearning light.
The evils they did not heed,
going from one place to another,
so carefree, they wandered here,
never once was lost.
Their minds the foundation of stone,
their bodies of stuffs of earth,
their beauty and wisdom unfathomable,
and increased as their life past.
They were strong, fierce in battle,
yet tender and soft in songs.
They wavered not, and betrayed none,
'less some ambiguous act doom was found.
Dark and evil feared them so,
Holy beings as they are.
For their mind are of adamant,
it corrupts not, changes not,
and never does it rot.
Thus long years they dwelt,
and light they had none but stars.
They loved it, revered it,
held it above all things else.
But the days of their waxing
drew to an end,
and their waning came on high.
Eru's appointed Secondborns,
Mortal, Swayable, Weak and Slow,
were more in need of guidance.
The Darkness in which Eldars dwelt,
was not suitable for the younger.
For in Darkness lurks many a thing,
if not careful, shall lure you into evil's well.
Dark Lord on his shadowed Throne,
laughed at the coming of Men,
he foresaw great slaves,
in turning Eru's younger babes,
in rotting their soul, their body, their minds,
which are adamant not.
Thus the Power decided to find,
A way to protect these youngsters.
And light was decided upon the whole,
greater light to relinquish the shadows,
Sun was made, and the paly Moon,
to traverse across the sky,
to outshine the ancient stars,
to drive the evils by.
When first the silver Moon rose,
Fingolfin's silver trumpet was heard.
the new light, though fair and bright,
dimmed the stars in their eyes.
When then rose the fiery Sun,
all evil fled in fear,
the Younger Children arose and saw
the world in amaze.
The Sun, bright and hot,
drove away the immortal scent.
The earth was then heavy of growing things,
and Eldars, the star-people,
were sad, were filled with a nameless regret.
Their ancient stars were gone by day,
dimmed at night.
This signs the great Light,
and Great Light was for their waning,
night for their reminiscence.
The Moon cherished their memory,
Comforted the longing souls.
Here, as the Minstrel sang of it,
Tears came to his face,
And Mandos came for him at last.
An old one's mind is in peace,
his heart broken, his soul gone
after countless years of toil,
to rest in the Halls of the Dead.
I hope you like this, another ballad of history...I seem to like them dont I?? ah well, the usual...R&R please! flames welcome!
Soul-Dust
