Maglor
There stands a tall and threatening figure,
girt with a savage sword
and stained with the blood
of the guiltless
His glazed and grim eyes
stare with a tainted fire
aflame with a deathlike glow
reflecting years of torment.
His defiled hands tremble
in wild agony, drowned
in a pool of red,
remembering the lives of the unsullied.
And his vexed mind wheels
with tumultuous tremors
and cries arid tears
damning his accursed inheritance.
Far below the figure of a child,
brought up with love,
gazes with terrified eyes
uncomprehending yet panicked
foreseeing his impending doom.
And yet the blood stained
and degraded Lord
sheaths his menacing sword
and takes pity upon the innocent.
For in his eyes he sees
his own loathsome reflection,
distorted by malice,
and the monster he has now become.
And so with unwonted affection,
he takes the affrighted child into his embrace
and tries in hopelessness
to do something honorable and kind
before his fall
into utter oblivion.
There stands a tall and threatening figure,
girt with a savage sword
and stained with the blood
of the guiltless
His glazed and grim eyes
stare with a tainted fire
aflame with a deathlike glow
reflecting years of torment.
His defiled hands tremble
in wild agony, drowned
in a pool of red,
remembering the lives of the unsullied.
And his vexed mind wheels
with tumultuous tremors
and cries arid tears
damning his accursed inheritance.
Far below the figure of a child,
brought up with love,
gazes with terrified eyes
uncomprehending yet panicked
foreseeing his impending doom.
And yet the blood stained
and degraded Lord
sheaths his menacing sword
and takes pity upon the innocent.
For in his eyes he sees
his own loathsome reflection,
distorted by malice,
and the monster he has now become.
And so with unwonted affection,
he takes the affrighted child into his embrace
and tries in hopelessness
to do something honorable and kind
before his fall
into utter oblivion.
