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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