The story of this poem, my second Silmarillion-based work, is complicated.
It started as a historical account, actually, a poem about the making of the Three Elven Rings, but the repetitive motif didn't work with that, so it was turned into a poem about how circumstance play with people. However into the third verse I lost track of that theme, and so it turned into a lament. I kept thinking… Celebrimbor didn't make the One Ring, and we never learned the names of the ones who made the other rings, who were actually used for evil. But still, how must it feel to know to what ends your most beloved creations can be used?
If I remember my Silmarillion correctly, Celebrimbor was only mentioned by name, not depicted as a character, thus I don't think there are any historical bloopers in this. Then again, the last time I read the Silmarillion was Too Long Ago.
Last two notes: one is to say that of course, everything belongs to J.R.R the Great. The other is to say I'm actually not pleased with how this poem turned out, but I'll take my chances with you people anyway. Hopefully you'll like it.
Do not say my name aloud!
(Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!)
Speak not of the art I found
May it be cursed forevermore!
Speak not of my pride turned shame
The pain it brought and yet will bring
Do not speak my tainted name
Nor of my craft – the Elven-rings
Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!
The dead and hurting shout and blame
The wind spreads words, know and abhor
My craft – my pride – my tale – my name!
I sought beauty to create
And knowledge – all turned sour, and worse
To be like Feanor the great –
But I forgot the Noldor's curse
Forget my folly and my pride!
Let it be lost to gather dust
In volumes counting those who died
In vanity and power-lust
Not this I wished! Not this I sought!
Not this is what I labored for!
But history and dark care not
Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!
And do not cry for me! No tears
Can wipe away the blood I spilt
Nor cause the dark to disappear
But time can ease the maker's guilt
Maybe in many season's time
And everything they have in store
Can all fearlessly chant this rhyme
And say the name Celebrimbor
~~End~~
It started as a historical account, actually, a poem about the making of the Three Elven Rings, but the repetitive motif didn't work with that, so it was turned into a poem about how circumstance play with people. However into the third verse I lost track of that theme, and so it turned into a lament. I kept thinking… Celebrimbor didn't make the One Ring, and we never learned the names of the ones who made the other rings, who were actually used for evil. But still, how must it feel to know to what ends your most beloved creations can be used?
If I remember my Silmarillion correctly, Celebrimbor was only mentioned by name, not depicted as a character, thus I don't think there are any historical bloopers in this. Then again, the last time I read the Silmarillion was Too Long Ago.
Last two notes: one is to say that of course, everything belongs to J.R.R the Great. The other is to say I'm actually not pleased with how this poem turned out, but I'll take my chances with you people anyway. Hopefully you'll like it.
Do not say my name aloud!
(Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!)
Speak not of the art I found
May it be cursed forevermore!
Speak not of my pride turned shame
The pain it brought and yet will bring
Do not speak my tainted name
Nor of my craft – the Elven-rings
Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!
The dead and hurting shout and blame
The wind spreads words, know and abhor
My craft – my pride – my tale – my name!
I sought beauty to create
And knowledge – all turned sour, and worse
To be like Feanor the great –
But I forgot the Noldor's curse
Forget my folly and my pride!
Let it be lost to gather dust
In volumes counting those who died
In vanity and power-lust
Not this I wished! Not this I sought!
Not this is what I labored for!
But history and dark care not
Celebrimbor! Celebrimbor!
And do not cry for me! No tears
Can wipe away the blood I spilt
Nor cause the dark to disappear
But time can ease the maker's guilt
Maybe in many season's time
And everything they have in store
Can all fearlessly chant this rhyme
And say the name Celebrimbor
~~End~~