The Silmarils

The Silmarils

Like stars they shone when Feanor made them.

They glowed as bright as the North Star,

Even brighter than the diamonds.

They changed and ruled during the First Age.

Thousands of people died just to bring them from Morgoth's dark iron crown.

Feanor didn't have any idea how his jewels would affect the future.

The Silmarils impressed the Gods themselves.

They huddled around a circle and blessed the three spectacular jewels,

With a history that's unique.

Where they are now is hard to say,

Except two of them were destroyed and one lies in the cold cruel ocean.

Battles were fought for the jewels;

Lives were lost;

Why did they fight for the stars?

They loved the stars.

When one loves someone or something they fight for it, to prove their point.

The ever-skillful Feanor's foresight proved true

When the trees were destroyed by the evil spider queen Ungoliant and Morgoth himself.

Morgoth stole the radiance pf the crystals and so began the long history that's as dark as the evil itself,

But interesting enough to read.