Disclaimer: Middle Earth and its denizens are Tolkien's, not mine.



(This collection of seven related sonnets (in a very loose meter) is based on episodes in the Silmarillion.)



Crafting Our Doom



In crystal prisons you trapped treelight â€"

Three stars on earth we once possessed.

Brought forth your labors jewels bright,

Puissant feat, which none shall best.

Twin to your gems, your flesh does shield

A fire which burns with passions hot,

A stubborn soul which will not yield,

A heart which knows its limits not.

Now is the land engulfed by darkness,

The Silmarils gone to uncertain fate,

We your people lost and hapless â€"

Tools of vengeance and pawns of hate.

Beautiful the light cast by your fierce flame â€"

The destruction it wreaks shall have us curse your name.