In Arda Fair by Tyelca

Was there ever such beauty to behold
In Timeless Halls were Eru dwells
Where no substantial thing will stay
That was not also in Eä there?

Coming from Eru’s thoughts, ‘tis true,
But in Themes so rich and fine inscribed
The World that Is remains superior
By far to dwelling-place Divine.

For fair is all in Eru’s mind
Yet some are more than others so
When matter can build, can grow
Remain strong when left alone.

Hidden in number and in force
Lays a secret, dormant and still,
That to uncover means perfection of
The creations of Flame Imperishable.

Strength! To not bend before the wind,
To not melt before the heat;
But instead grow stronger still
In beauty and in brilliance.

          - So Melkor thinks,
And what is more? Others do think the same
In the Music he pours his soul by right
Until at last he is worthy of his name:
He Who Arises In Might.

From the Skies and to the Earth
Then to the deepest places of the Sea;
Strength reflects what lies hidden deep
In both center and edges of the World.

Was there ever something more pure
Or more everlasting than what the One
with single word created? Eä, he said,
And from imagination into reality it sprung

Forward into being, and Lo!
A Vision come true, a dream awake;
In and of itself. It moves and changes
By the strength of the unmoving and unchanging.

For nothing that is, was, or shall be
Is lacking in this one grace:
That it comes from Eru and therefore is
Beautiful and endures.

Beauty! The sole matter in this world
That is not marred from the core
And will shine and glitter and grow
In strength, and in radiance.

          - So Manwë thinks,
And in these thoughts he is not alone
For with him many others stand
Basking in what light remains
To illuminate fair Beleriand.