Nirnaeth Arnoediad

Once elven maid and son of man
Wrested fair jewel from Morgoth's hand
He's weakened now. The elves arrange
The fiercest battle of their age.

Maedhros, tall, brings dwarven aid
Naugrim axes forged sharp with rage.
Cousins' forces prepare to fight
With helms and swords of shining light.

"The day has come; the night is past,
This day will now be Morgoth's last."
Dark one given warning unknown,
He gathers forces of his own.

Mortal perfidy plays its part
Thrusts evil blade into the heart
Of elven plans, delays their course,
The hand of Morgoth at its source.

Dear brother slain in Gwindor's sight,
He leads their forces down to fight.
Unlooked for, aid from Turgon comes,
Gondolin marches to beat of drums.

Late arrivals have saved this day,
'Til Ulfang, Cursed, makes his way
Through elven ranks, despite great cost,
His treachery the battle lost.

The elven ranks cut from within,
Their soldiers killed by brutes of sin.
Well-laid plans have fallen to dust
For mortal men did elf-lords trust.

The dwarven forces win great fame
As dragon comes with breath of flame.
The stalwart fighters stand their ground
Though leader's death is quickly found.
The wyrm is chased back to his lair,
The dwarves leave field with dirge and prayer.

Just before the battle is done
As elves and men prepare to run,
Great balrogs 'round the elf-king stand,
Defeat the ruler of this land.

Fingon, our king, survives no more,
The elven forces lost this war,
As Morgoth proves their direst fears
In Battle of Unnumbered Tears


Well, there you have it. Three months of tweaking, and I manage something I'm halfway proud of. Yay me.