Let Them Come

by Melannen Halfelven

a poem about Feanor in his madness and his fight with the balrogs.

These tears I cry are not for you,

For who they are I cannot say.

For there once was a purpose,

But now even that is locked away.

Somewhere in the dark I hear a call,

To lead me back out of the shadows,

But I cannot answer, for my heart is held in thrall.

By a darkness blacker than shadows cast by light,

And deeper than the Mithlim in a moonless, summer night.

I cry not for those who were, or those who are.

Not even as I listen to the mournful cries

Of the Teleri of Alqualonde in Eldamar.

With whips of the flame, the Balrogs come,

They mean naught to me.

Already the light is blocked by clouds of grey,

And I know now that this is the last day.

Let them come! Let them come to face the fire!