Curufin
His eyes are dancing wildly
raging with passionate hate
fell as the ashes of death
glowing with unjustified vengeance
He deals death with relentless frenzy
and beneath his raving sword
they flee in terror
or fall amid the storm.
He smiles like a madman
laughing in bitterness,
painting a red path
of ruin behind him.
Yet when his kinsman
falls beside him
his eyes are glazed
in savage horror.
His face becomes a mask of doom,
his hands a mace of dread.
He passes by in blind fury
damning his accursed inheritance.
From behind he feels at last
the stroke of certain destruction
and in one tormenting moment
he fails.
His eyes are dancing wildly
raging with passionate hate
fell as the ashes of death
glowing with unjustified vengeance
He deals death with relentless frenzy
and beneath his raving sword
they flee in terror
or fall amid the storm.
He smiles like a madman
laughing in bitterness,
painting a red path
of ruin behind him.
Yet when his kinsman
falls beside him
his eyes are glazed
in savage horror.
His face becomes a mask of doom,
his hands a mace of dread.
He passes by in blind fury
damning his accursed inheritance.
From behind he feels at last
the stroke of certain destruction
and in one tormenting moment
he fails.
