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"morgoth" poems
My Arwen lies over Belegaer Beyond the Straight Road, lies my Evenstar Across the Endless Sea, in Aman she lies She wouldn't stay here just to love, but to die I remember her here, here in Endor When the beacons of Gondor burned bright. I remember her here, once beside me In the days before the long night In Imladris fair, as Estel I was raised In ignorance there, I spent by blissful days I lived, and I learned, and yet never yearned For she from whom I now feel so spurned I've had my Éowyns, but none quite compare To She, my lady, so radiant, so fair At Cerin Amroth we pledged our love To all, ourselves, and the Ainur above But the Darkness again spread Morgoth's mission again led The Fellowship was wrought The battles all fought The Age of the Firstborn was ended The Age of the Hildor ascended Our world together was split And really, that was just it She could stay here, forever, be mortal But ever so closely lay Mithlond ,the portal To a life without end, I can blame her hardly I guess Barahir's tale was never to be What’s this? You say she’s not yet set sail? But how can I stop her? Our parting was so stale! Sure Elrond's presence and Galadriel's glare May have done oh so much to damper our parting But as she goes afar I know I can't go there And her expressed frigidity, that wound is still smarting What should I do for her I adore? Run to the Grey Havens and stop the White Ship? But so much I must do, right here in Gondor, A King I can become, as my Queen give me the slip And the spirits are howling, The white tree is burning?! My power, my people BUT I CAN'T STOP THIS YEARNING Oh what shall I do? TO ERU ABOVE I have so much work, but I so miss my Love The tears, they are welling, the Ship has set sail In all my adventures, in truth I have failed! For what am I worth? No King has Returned And without Hope is Gondor, and the Stewards have burned Denthar departed, the mighty horn split The mighty White City left here to sit I could let it fall into disarray, Again a Ranger, I could slip away To die like the Ents, forever, no Wife Is there nothing to save me from this strife? A new dawn is rising, a new age begun My hopes might still clear with the new rising Sun I see its my duty, as Arathorn's son… what Isildur started, I must see done but still I mourn my loss… that beautiful star, which now like all others, I must admire from afar. ~D. B. Guy 09/02/2007
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
Elessar's Lament
My Arwen lies over Belegaer Beyond the Straight Road, lies my Evenstar Across the Endless Sea, in Aman she lies She wouldn't stay here just to love, but to die I remember her here, here in Endor When the beacons of Gondor burned bright. I remember her here, once beside me In the days before the long night In Imladris fair, as Estel I was raised In ignorance there, I spent by blissful days I lived, and I learned, and yet never yearned For she from whom I now feel so spurned I've had my Éowyns, but none quite compare To She, my lady, so radiant, so fair At Cerin Amroth we pledged our love To all, ourselves, and the Ainur above But the Darkness again spread Morgoth's mission again led The Fellowship was wrought The battles all fought The Age of the Firstborn was ended The Age of the Hildor ascended Our world together was split And really, that was just it She could stay here, forever, be mortal But ever so closely lay Mithlond ,the portal To a life without end, I can blame her hardly I guess Barahir's tale was never to be What’s this? You say she’s not yet set sail? But how can I stop her? Our parting was so stale! Sure Elrond's presence and Galadriel's glare May have done oh so much to damper our parting But as she goes afar I know I can't go there And her expressed frigidity, that wound is still smarting What should I do for her I adore? Run to the Grey Havens and stop the White Ship? But so much I must do, right here in Gondor, A King I can become, as my Queen give me the slip And the spirits are howling, The white tree is burning?! My power, my people BUT I CAN'T STOP THIS YEARNING Oh what shall I do? TO ERU ABOVE I have so much work, but I so miss my Love The tears, they are welling, the Ship has set sail In all my adventures, in truth I have failed! For what am I worth? No King has Returned And without Hope is Gondor, and the Stewards have burned Denthar departed, the mighty horn split The mighty White City left here to sit I could let it fall into disarray, Again a Ranger, I could slip away To die like the Ents, forever, no Wife Is there nothing to save me from this strife? A new dawn is rising, a new age begun My hopes might still clear with the new rising Sun I see its my duty, as Arathorn's son… what Isildur started, I must see done but still I mourn my loss… that beautiful star, which now like all others, I must admire from afar. ~D. B. Guy 09/02/2007
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She only wanted to walk freely, or gallop through a valley and feel the wind in her hair. To camp by a stream and eat lembas and wild roots.  Wander here and there with Feanor’s sons, hunt wild boar, and drink and laugh. She would cast away the distaff. But freedom for a woman can be a fragile thing, beautiful and brief as a moth’s wing. Eol, the Dark Elf, dwelt in shadow, in Nan Elmoth. He saw Aredhel, alone and lost, and desired her, to betroth. She had no choice but to seek help at a stranger’s door. And then she had choice no more. Captivity breaks weaker hearts. But Aredhel was Elven, and of Finwe’s line. She bided time. She worked her womanly arts. She raised a son, and loved him, and told him stories of fair Gondolin. When chance arrived, they broke free and fled West, to the fair city. Eol, enraged, pursued them, and the words of Curufin stung him. He would have killed his only son for his defiance, but fate denied him this pyrrhic victory. Maeglin lived, and watched his father die, as he stood by, free. Maeglin—his father’s son—desired one who loved him not. In reckless despair, he traveled too far, and Morgoth preyed on his shame and desire. It was not hard to turn Maeglin traitor and liar. But no reward had Maeglin in this life-- never did he take fair Idril to wife. Aredhel died to save her son, not knowing he would be the one to bring ruin on the Elven city. Maeglin (his father’s son) had no kindness nor pity.   He revealed the secret path to Morgoth (his likeness in envy and in wrath). And in the end, all fell: Gondolin, Nargothrond and Doriath.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Aredhel the White
She only wanted to walk freely, or gallop through a valley and feel the wind in her hair. To camp by a stream and eat lembas and wild roots.  Wander here and there with Feanor’s sons, hunt wild boar, and drink and laugh. She would cast away the distaff. But freedom for a woman can be a fragile thing, beautiful and brief as a moth’s wing. Eol, the Dark Elf, dwelt in shadow, in Nan Elmoth. He saw Aredhel, alone and lost, and desired her, to betroth. She had no choice but to seek help at a stranger’s door. And then she had choice no more. Captivity breaks weaker hearts. But Aredhel was Elven, and of Finwe’s line. She bided time. She worked her womanly arts. She raised a son, and loved him, and told him stories of fair Gondolin. When chance arrived, they broke free and fled West, to the fair city. Eol, enraged, pursued them, and the words of Curufin stung him. He would have killed his only son for his defiance, but fate denied him this pyrrhic victory. Maeglin lived, and watched his father die, as he stood by, free. Maeglin—his father’s son—desired one who loved him not. In reckless despair, he traveled too far, and Morgoth preyed on his shame and desire. It was not hard to turn Maeglin traitor and liar. But no reward had Maeglin in this life-- never did he take fair Idril to wife. Aredhel died to save her son, not knowing he would be the one to bring ruin on the Elven city. Maeglin (his father’s son) had no kindness nor pity.   He revealed the secret path to Morgoth (his likeness in envy and in wrath). And in the end, all fell: Gondolin, Nargothrond and Doriath.
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