Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Creation Go and Forge Ablaze! (continuation)

Eru made a gesture of allowance;
now the Valar's turn commenced.
In pre-dawn silence they pronounced
the Music of their Heart; segments.

A breath of AOR-EL-OM,
Manwe's air filling the entire sky,
whispering Will into the dome,
breathing life, he alchemised.

Varda dreamed out her IAH-OR,
Stars spinned, wheels within wheels,
Constellations of wisdom before
the beginning of time, guiding ideals.

Ulmo, in the depth of MA-UR-EL,
stored the matrix of the plane,
in the newborn life of form: the whale,
the fluidity of form maintained.

Yavanna, growth in nature: ELO-HAVA!
Love, cohesion of all ecosystems,
self-supporting life evolves a
sense of lawfulness and neatness.

BA-OR-ETH, the craftman Aulë,
crystalised the minerals of Earth,
Substance and Form-building science,
always respecting Eru, or the First.

Oromë's pathway of movement,
teaching the forests of pursuit,
RA-EL-ON's wilderness, attunement
Hunting goals of Motion's root.

Mandos DIN-EL-AM, guarding the Law,
in the Halls of Waiting, of All Destiny.
The cosmic balance, the cycles, the awe
for harmony through conflict: "Be!"

NA-OR-IM, NA-OR-IM, falling asleep,
in Irmo's astralscape of dreams,
devotion, idealism, passion deep,
where nothing's as it seems.

Estë's Healing, restoration;
fields where one rejuvenates.
sanctuary of patience;
devotion that endures and waits.

ZA-VA-OR of Vána's seasons,
the spring, the fountain of youth,
cycles of renewal are the reason
flowers grow anew with hues.

The sacred sorrow of Nienna,
deep mourning purifies within,
temples of compassion, when a
soul transforms with KA-NA-EL to win.

Speed and grace of Nessa,
LA-ES-OR of love's cohesion,
agile life forms do caress a
dream that wants to be born.

Vairë weaves the time,
cosmic tapestry of TA-RA-IM,
so no one says "It's mine!"
All is intertwined, it's always been.

Tulkas, the strong defensor,
battlefields of GA-UR-EL light,
the endurance of a firm protector,
arenas of challenge in sight.

And... Melkor, KA-OR-EL, the mighty.
The First Ray's shadow before the fall,
his own chord someday he shall see,
but not before the transmutation of the All.