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profit from this writing.
Summery: I've taken a look into one of the more complicated father-son
relationships between Eöl and Maeglin. Enjoy!
*A Father without a son*
On the edge of Caragdûr I stood,
Awaiting my death I slowly understood.
No longer lit was my burning fire,
In life I found no further desire.
A boy with silent piercing eyes,
With a soul as dark as winter skies,
Looked at me and caused me pain,
My heart was pierced and cruelly slain.
I tried to be a father during the night,
But my son was consumed by light
The role of a father I continually played
Yet I had no son, for his identity swayed.
The boy kept staring, his eyes did not tame
The boy I had taught the arts of steel and flame
The boy I had gladly raised in my glade
To whom I brought all the joys of shade.
I wished to talk to this stranger once more,
As if he was my son, like days before.
But on the edge of this cliff I am alone,
With nothing but walls and people of stone.
I could kneel before them and pled in pity,
Then later abide, confined in this city.
But my words would solely be a hope in vain,
For my only son's love I can never regain.
profit from this writing.
Summery: I've taken a look into one of the more complicated father-son
relationships between Eöl and Maeglin. Enjoy!
*A Father without a son*
On the edge of Caragdûr I stood,
Awaiting my death I slowly understood.
No longer lit was my burning fire,
In life I found no further desire.
A boy with silent piercing eyes,
With a soul as dark as winter skies,
Looked at me and caused me pain,
My heart was pierced and cruelly slain.
I tried to be a father during the night,
But my son was consumed by light
The role of a father I continually played
Yet I had no son, for his identity swayed.
The boy kept staring, his eyes did not tame
The boy I had taught the arts of steel and flame
The boy I had gladly raised in my glade
To whom I brought all the joys of shade.
I wished to talk to this stranger once more,
As if he was my son, like days before.
But on the edge of this cliff I am alone,
With nothing but walls and people of stone.
I could kneel before them and pled in pity,
Then later abide, confined in this city.
But my words would solely be a hope in vain,
For my only son's love I can never regain.