Morgoth's Crown by Chilled in Hithlum

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Chapter 1


Morgoth's Crown

Pressing, O pressing
That ill fitting crown
Rushed, pushed
Soft iron round

Set, beset
Pounded with might
Cool, cruel
A prison for light

Stolen, swollen
Long fingers scold
Burning, yearning
Never to hold

Bright, alight
Three lamps a-glow
Enlightened, frightened
Hidden from show

Captured, enraptured
Daunted by eyes
Famed, reclaimed
One light dies

Stirred, words
Speak now of war
Spears, tears
The united withdraw

A star, from afar
The Great Ones annoyed
Beat him, de-feet him
Alone in the void
 

 


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