Cosmological Poems of Arda by AaronAzrael  

The Shadow In Fingon's Heart

Fingon felt a lingering shadow of chilly malice, creeping in from the distant future backwards.

"Fingon, why you're ill?"

I whispered, caring for his health.

Did I sense a shadow's chills,

for it silently and moistly dwelt...



I always sensed this faithful hope,

the Finwe house was prior to the Ring,

the Eternal Now ends as a suicide rope?

But Fingon's blessed, angelic wings...



No, Time leaks everywhere ~

forward and backwards as a curse ~

I don't want to see you, elve, there...

where Sauron would do the worst.



Please immediately heal.

Right before my eyes...

It may be the empirical will.

Before me... Fingon dies?



It has occurred to me, unnerved,

for the first dreaded time,

what it truly meant to them to observe

how I was possessed in the crime...



How did it feel, Azrael?

To see every single image of decay...

It is not just my mind but hell,

meant to sync with the eternal play...



"Piss on Varda's Light" he uttered,

Sauron, but now I'll cheer you up.

"Piss then on", I jiggled, suffered,

it will help us Absolutely fill the Cup



of Grails with the disgusting fire

that carried your passionate dream

so maybe next time.. your desire

to destroy her, will help her gleam.



"Piss all over and beyond"

"Maybe your Acid is needed"

"Without this piss the bond

can it be linked? It bleeded."



"I love the Ring for what it is"

"But Varda is truly fragile and tender"

"So Let it be God's will ... and your piss

can Elochimly express itself, as a blender."



I have seen your Eye...

gathering all pieces in the One

I have done the same, yet I cried

and our movements are a swirling dance.



Celebrimbor absolutely knew

what you inserted in the ring.

I have the faith in this cursed wheel

that the Key of Enoch sings.



So if I make you laugh so innocent,

using your brutality as jokes,

maybe we'll have a moment of dissonance,

where we are friends, you hoax.



You are definitely and indeed,

the most renowned blacksmith,

Do you like smoking weed?

And Is Morgoth a dark Sith?



While I keep marvelling

how you could have created

something so perfect and targeting,

I feel a presence ablated



A dark monster that hid

all his evil intentions from me,

so I could see his purity amid

the whilpool of both that he can be.



Morgoth is seeing before him

a sweet and juicy child

"Fingolfin... you hurt my limb"

"I am aware of the speech reviled."



"Close your eyes, so you can not..."

He started saying but he stopped,

she turned around, in the form of Morgoth

and his intentions mirrored, swapped.



He smiled, bit soothed.

As a carnivour of Hell

She knows perfectly what's rooted

inside of myself where I dwell.



"God's Absolute and Relative"

she answered, wondering below the veil

who she was, as this wild narrative

did not reveal her background, but they'll



surely meet her someday.

Quarantined Urantia is prior to the wormhole.

"Lesno e da borish se s zlodei"

Someday you'll meet the Eye in Real Life, doll!



She suddenly screamed,

As she got carried away.

Evil beautiful seemed

but Fingon's ill, it's not okay.



So she ran fast, as fast as she could

to find her way back to his causal body

and she would hug him and kiss him and soothe...

whathever ilness is torturing him, naughty.



All ilnesses are also living beings

she remembered a teaching of yore

so don't mean to destroy its beginnings

just create along and it will heal his sore.



"I didn't mean to hurt you, Fingon"

"I want you to be beautiful and innocent..."

"And when the shadow is finally gone...

You'll sing and play your musical instrument!"