Disclaimer: Middle Earth and its denizens are Tolkien's, not mine.
(This collection of related sonnets (in a very loose meter) is based on episodes in the Silmarillion.)
After the Tears
My flesh enchained on granite seat
Doomed to watch, to Night a thrall,
Still I reject your vile entreat
To yield my heart to your dark call.
Once I believed your strength we'd break
Through force of arms and righteous rage,
The Light prevail, by battle take
Revenge, Constrainer soon to cage.
But Vala are you, though bleak of heart –
Your power overbears incarnates frail.
Crushed by your might, victory falls apart,
The conquest of Angband doomed to fail.
Your lordship over me, though, will falter in the end –
My defiant soul, through death, shall one day slip your hand.
(This collection of related sonnets (in a very loose meter) is based on episodes in the Silmarillion.)
After the Tears
My flesh enchained on granite seat
Doomed to watch, to Night a thrall,
Still I reject your vile entreat
To yield my heart to your dark call.
Once I believed your strength we'd break
Through force of arms and righteous rage,
The Light prevail, by battle take
Revenge, Constrainer soon to cage.
But Vala are you, though bleak of heart –
Your power overbears incarnates frail.
Crushed by your might, victory falls apart,
The conquest of Angband doomed to fail.
Your lordship over me, though, will falter in the end –
My defiant soul, through death, shall one day slip your hand.