Beauty



I have seen Beauty

In the eyes of the Jewels

Proud

Strong

Undeniable

I fell on her feet

Her Queenly gown swept over me

She smiled

Sent madness all over me

Consumed me

I grasp her hairs

But caught only void

I screamed

Enraged

She laughed

Announcing her victory

And I stood there

Silent



A/N: I think this poem suits Feanor and his children very much, describing his passion and madness over the Silmarils.