I was feeling an urge to write a poetic fanfic on something Tolkien. First draft. I didn't spend too much time on it to delve into the deeper stuff, so it may ramble a little. About Morgoth cursing Hurin's kin (particularly Turin).
Enjoy.
Upon thee lies the Dark Lord's hate;
Tears of torment ye shall cry.
Deep in darkness lies thy fate,
Yet from fate ye cannot fly.
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Mocker's spawn, unyielding thrall,
Far ye flee from Bauglir's hand.
Faithful to none, fickle to all,
Fate shall find thee in the end.
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'Neath iron fist shall ye bend and break,
And seeking hope ye shall despair,
Suffering sorrows that ye shall make.
'tis the fate of those who dare
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To defy the will of the Lord of Arda,
Melkor the Great; Morgoth Bauglir.
From the edge of the earth to places far,
Fate shall chase thee and ye shall fear.
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Sundered are ye from the Valar's light,
For dark and dire shall be thy deeds.
Enmeshed are ye in an eternal night,
And in thy soul blooms evil's seeds.
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Cursed are thee. Cursed is thy kin.
Traitor to friends. Treacherous to foes.
Son of ill-fate. Son of sin.
The path ahead is paved with woes.
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Turin Turumbar, doom's own master,
It is thee whom doom shall master.