Cosmological Poems of Arda by AaronAzrael  

Maeglin

I love you, Cousin...!

Fair radiance and curly tresses,

lips as juicy as exotic peach,

Maeglin's heart silently caresses

a desire that would turn to siege....



Pure infatuation it is called;

but what a cursed fate indeed,

lineage is said to forestall

inbreeding despite Love's needs...



"Would you ever be capable?"

Somber insight leaks in...

To create a family, a cradle...

there's darkness in between.



No, what resentful disdaign

would turn this frustration in vengeance

and dominating stimulus vain

to possess her for himself's dependance...



Who knows what truly did Idril

think of her Cousin's intentions

but it is said, she on purpose, at will,

avoided his malevolent tension...



But it is as true as an Elven Heart,

even if a Dark One you are,

True was His Admiration from the Start,

but Fate was in the way, bizarre.



To observe from aside, dimmed,

damp Soul tears are soil for Malice,

it was not merely a Whim;

But Rather, Real Love as a Chalice.



Eol's heritage is hard enough, anyways;

yet alone to compete with a human...

Maeglin shall care for her each and every day...

until Existance's over and beyond its blooming...



Silent at his father's death sentence.

Who knows what He truly felt;

it was rather an understanding presence,

for he has always dealt



with Eol's possessive manners

until he developed them himself

but proud are Elven Banners...

"To Hell with Tuor from an Elf!"



Oh, this dreaded mortal,

exuding such beautiful air,

how did he cross this portal

"to take my dearest he dared!"



I disappeared for a while

in Morgoth's dens unheard of

and I returned with a strange smile

and appeance changed, unsoft.



This strange sparkle in the eyes

and wicked bloodline so enchanted

To her I dedicate my skies,

who knows what's been granted



in the lands hidden from the Light

to accentuate this dreaded feelings,

this horrible envied greedy sight

of Tuor and Idril's wedding rings...



I would kill absolutely anyone

even Earendil, Idril's merriest boy,

the son of Tuor shall be done,

they stood in my Way, and it annoys..



But what does Maeglin see as he falls,

His Life scenes run before his eyes,

struck down Gondolin's walls

Idril in All His Love... Forever he cries ~



He cries, the purest of tears,

this was incestious - but accidentally!

His Spirit - Elven, Fierce;

The Fire consumed him mentally...



This is the surveiling story

of a yearning unfulfilled...



And I am sorry... I'm so sorry.



"Idril, it's just the Way you Thrill!"