User:Narfil Palùrfalas/Poetry/Melkorian Chant

This was written when I was bored. It is what the Númenórean Melkor-worshipers might have chanted.

Across the wastelands cold and dire

Bind all things to King Melkor's fire;

All things of great and little worth

Under the mighty Lord of Earth.

Be cold as ice the child's hand;

More still than silence be the land;

The warrior's breath be now shallow;

While burn the fields fair and fallow.

When Melkor raises hand again

To make all things grow black and dim

Let not a man stand in his way—

If he would see the light of day.

— Melkorian Chant of Númenor