A poem in Heroic Couplets adapted from
JRR Tolkien’s The Silmarillion
There was Eru, The One, alone, in void.
Before all else, He called from song all joy.
By Themes He wove Valar’s songs into tune,
But Melkor’s pride brought discord in too soon.
Yet warning gave the rest true hope through fear,
That treachery, most vile, would not endure.
For Eru spoke warning and they did know
That fates’ good course would not be overthrown.
“No theme without first source traced back to me
Shall long endure, or change mine own, but be,
An instrument of mine strong will alone,
Of greater things more wonderful, unknown.”
Thus History, long-winded song, did move,
But never could Melkor’s anger be soothed.
In time, through lies, First-Borne, he did estrange.
The Trees of Light with aid he did then drain.
The Old Spider, allied with him did flee,
Veiled in Unlight, such that no one could see.
And with them took stolen jewels of light,
The Simarils, Elves most beloved birthright
First-Borne, they left, in anger and in pride,
The theft of Simarils they’d not abide.
And cursed they were, for haste begot evil,
and lost were they, that most high noble People.
Thus vigil held in Valinor of thought,
Resolved to make Melkor’s plan come naught.
For lands were dark there and beyond the seas,
And only stars were left by which to see.
Silver flower, the last, from the White Tree,
They used that night’s darkness would flee
First went the moon on virgin course above,
And though sundered, as sign, the elves did love.
And Fiery fruit, the last, from Golden Tree,
Was set to course such that all could then see.
Thus leapt the Sun upon the Sky at last,
The time of Man’s long sleep had come to pass.
For woke then Man to see the sky alight,
When came the dark, no fear, no hate of night.
For silver gems littered the skies expanse,
While moonbeams filled their minds with first romance
The day and night, Moon and the Sun’s great dance,
Reckoned by days, the age then did advance.
And at the Sun’s rising Man’s Age had come,
And fade would elves, to time they would succumb.
And Ancient Fire, given to light their hearts,
Made them alive, supplied their soulish part.
And fire above made lands alive below,
And many things, in light did start to grow.
Then fell the rain, and sang its song, the first,
And streams did run to quench the land’s deep thirst.
Message was sent by water’s song in stream,
And stirred their love, but why, they could not dream.
The were alone, their tribes set in far East,
And there they met Dark-Elves and gained first speech.
But on they went, in dealings of their own,
New words they made, and songs did they then form.
The Second-borne, destined to rule and die,
Distinct blessing: to Earth they were not tied,
Mortality, though called Sickly, by elves,
Their fate was good: evil it did not know.
By foot they spread in joy of the peaceful morn,
And learned of song and light in youth unworn.
Like dew fallen on grass and leaf below,
Their joy was spread to lands they did not know.
But oh! Morning is short, as lives of men,
And none did guess how hate should enter then.
For in the dark, vile spies on them did watch,
And news of them troubled Morgoths’s dark heart.
Then Morgoth came in black of night encloaked,
Primordial fear and terror he evoked,
And lies he sowed, subtle and vile alone;
Without a guide their hearts darkened as stone.
No guard would come, nor help at all for them,
Forevermore, to dark they were condemned.
They learned to hate, they learned to fear and fight,
Begrudged their gift, for want of longer life
But hope there was, for Morgoth could not stay,
Errands other, brought the Dark Lord away.
But in their hearts, they bore the weight of him,
Whose lies would grow, making their future grim.
Knew they no rest, nor peace they knew, again,
For in the night, their hearts had been darkened.
Thus West some went, to chase the setting Sun,
Fearing the dark would make their lives undone.
When Westward over mountain pass they’d come,
They sang for joy, since they had journeyed long.
There Finrod heard, ancient king of Noldor,
And wondered at their tunes, unheard before.
So while they slept, he snuck amongst their throng,
And plucked a harp, and they’d awake ‘fore long,
All thought this elf a dream’s vision unreal,
Bewitched by song, beauty unparalleled.
When long he’d stayed, they learned each other’s tongues,
And friendships made that’d last for years to come.
Women and Men would soon flood over pass,
And ancient king would lead them forth at last.
And dark with them went on their sickly curse,
And quickly over lands they would disperse.
They’d tell no tale of paths wandered before,
For on they looked, behind forgot, once more.
“‘A darkness lies behind us’ Beor said ‘and we have turned our backs upon it, and we do not desire to return thither even in thought. Westward our hearts have been turned, and we believe that there we shall find light.’”
JRR Tolkien-The Silmarillion