Cosmological Poems of Arda by AaronAzrael  

Annatar

The Silvertongue Annatar is quite the speakster.

Annatar, Annatar, you Lord of Gifts?

Do you want un dono or some poison?

Your Seprentongue silently whisps

Bring me All the Noise In.

 

Occult, Occult,

Vrakatulat.

Ash Nazg - Krimpatul.

Shte pokadza cvyat

Umri - Gurzul.

 

Oh, hello, there fair face?

Should I always call you An?

Or the feminine hipocricy stays,

always sodomised by Morgoth's plan.

 

Oh, you Elven Prince,

so melancholically assertive,

You are serious and rinse

your eyes and parts dirth of.

 

I heard a story unbegotten

A wedding day with paperwhite crowns

Thou shall Becometh Me, Once,

The Almighty Decad, essence Unforgotten.

 

You, Morgoth, wear an ocular globus

embedded as a jewel in your front

Today, the Trinity of the Nobus

becometh;

 

and uttered...

 

Acrobatic treasure hunt..!