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.)
Midnight in Dorthonion
Starlight above and flames beneath,
Once fertile plain now black and sear,
Proud soldiers scattered in defeat –
Destroyed by weapons, fire, and fear.
In our pride, we Noldor planned
To cage the Black Foe in his lair,
With might of arms and valor stand
Encircling dark fort with armies fair.
But insignificant our force to he
Who marred all Arda in his wrath,
Fell demons he does now set free,
And through his foes they burn their path.
The siege now broken, but no victory yet cry –
Defeated, Morgoth's will we continue to defy.
(This collection of seven related sonnets (in a very loose meter) is based on episodes in the Silmarillion.)
Midnight in Dorthonion
Starlight above and flames beneath,
Once fertile plain now black and sear,
Proud soldiers scattered in defeat –
Destroyed by weapons, fire, and fear.
In our pride, we Noldor planned
To cage the Black Foe in his lair,
With might of arms and valor stand
Encircling dark fort with armies fair.
But insignificant our force to he
Who marred all Arda in his wrath,
Fell demons he does now set free,
And through his foes they burn their path.
The siege now broken, but no victory yet cry –
Defeated, Morgoth's will we continue to defy.