Fëanorian Fates Series by Alassante

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Thank you to the GofI gang and Viv for the input into this revised version.

Winds' roaring through the Calacirya is the only sound
That can be heard over the crashing waves of the stormy sea.

The remnants of death, needless and cruel,
Cause sorrow and rage of mighty Ulmo and Ossë.

~*~

Their torment vented through the water is little comfort
To the Eldar that remain in the Undying Lands.

Once beautiful beaches of Alqualondë, forever stained,
Rivers of blood carved in the pure white sands.

~*~

Ravished hröar, empty now of the fëar that
Gave each their individual voice.

Heinous crimes of savagery, unpardonable
Will ever hearts be raised again to rejoice?

~*~

Will the silence grow deafening, stealing essence
Of Aman, plunging it into never-ending darkness?

Lightning crackles through the air, then silence,
The ocean calms, feeling my caress.

~*~

Unchecked, their pain would be their undoing,
This overwhelming grief, I must abate.

Anguish infuses core of creation,
Unable to protect them from their fate.

~*~

Father's unending sorrow, discord in aria
Long written, was ruthlessly played at last.

Crimson blood soaked threads woven into
Intricate fabric of the First Born's past.

~*~

Wounds so deep, my children despair,
Voices raised in cries of mourning fill the air.

Ballad of Arda maimed immortally, tainted,
Lives forsaken; oh, my beautiful children so fair.

~*~

You were given many gifts in my name,
Yet you defile them, your treason profound.

Traitor to the promise of ageless bliss,
To your curse, you are eternally bound.

~*~

My children, I will raise my voice over weeping,
Bring hope yet again to this endless night,

Bring forth faithful servant Aulë, create the vessel Tilion,
To guide the final flower of elder tree, carry its light.

~*~

Isil rises into stars, my followers' hearts fill with wonder,
Hope once more soothes their torment,

Hearken, turn your fëar, lift your pain to me,
Lay before me your lament.

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