Disclaimer: Silmarillion characters are borrowed from the peerless genius of Tolkien.
Line 3 of the last stanza is extracted from the Lays of Beleriand.
Summary: A poem I made for the sorrows of Maglor Feanor's son, for he is the most ill-fated of the mighty good hearted lords of the Noldor.
'The Endless Wound: Maglor the Mighty Singer of the Sea'
By: Night Strider
He weaves together the eurythmic play,
infracting silence against the waves.
His voice drawn far off the skies,
weeping in sorrow beneath the stars.
He croons in prowess to ease in vain
the blister gained from the sacred flame
of the Silmaril wrought by his father dear
whose doom his children in pride had wooed.
Now Maglor wanders ever and anon,
singing dire to a lyre unseen,
beside the stony shores of the deathless seas
where none now walks in twilight bliss.
Ever his voice rises in mournful ween,
regretting thus the fatal oath.
Singing a lament of endless pain
among the wrathful torrents of the waves.
Thus flows Feanor's son's fate;
to be sundered from the Elven kin,
Maglor whose voice is like the sea
now sings eternally in repenting agony.
Line 3 of the last stanza is extracted from the Lays of Beleriand.
Summary: A poem I made for the sorrows of Maglor Feanor's son, for he is the most ill-fated of the mighty good hearted lords of the Noldor.
'The Endless Wound: Maglor the Mighty Singer of the Sea'
By: Night Strider
He weaves together the eurythmic play,
infracting silence against the waves.
His voice drawn far off the skies,
weeping in sorrow beneath the stars.
He croons in prowess to ease in vain
the blister gained from the sacred flame
of the Silmaril wrought by his father dear
whose doom his children in pride had wooed.
Now Maglor wanders ever and anon,
singing dire to a lyre unseen,
beside the stony shores of the deathless seas
where none now walks in twilight bliss.
Ever his voice rises in mournful ween,
regretting thus the fatal oath.
Singing a lament of endless pain
among the wrathful torrents of the waves.
Thus flows Feanor's son's fate;
to be sundered from the Elven kin,
Maglor whose voice is like the sea
now sings eternally in repenting agony.