Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

The story of the Silmarils (.....to be continued)

Time flows smoothly; love's pleasant;
never can a soul prepare itself for war.
For the innate essence's omnipresent
and it calls for peace; harmonious at core.

Yet God's timing is objective;
destruction is a way of transmutation.
And for those who are perceptive,
premonition evokes anticipation.

The First War commenced in times unknown,
long before Arda took form and shape,
for the Children of Eru this feels forlorn,
and even plants weren't yet awake.

Melkor had ignited the unrest,
hoping to thwart the realm's creation,
for a long while he surpressed
everything, causing plans' annihilation.

Yet a mighty spirit appeared,
Tulkas the Strong, with ringing laughter.
His intention echoed, Melkor feared
him and lost the battle thereafter.

Tulkas' wrath, a vigorous storm,
scattered noise and obscurity,
Melkor fled from Arda, unfirm,
and hid with envy and impurity.

Spite is spiralling, an avalanche,
it accumulates a cluster, an egregore,
and whenever Melkor would launch
his revenge, it'd feel like forevermore.

God's aeons seem endless,
but patience endures it all,
it forges self-independence,
yet always within the Law.

Memories cannot even reach
these years of restless unease,
yet the collectiveness does teach
what got imprinted inside; keys.

Songs and stories... they don't go there.
Only a vague sensation within.
But the Valar remember; and where?
Where will it end... the sin?

Melkor's despise nested deeply,
as acid, toxic posion, evil green,
he roamed in darkness, unfreely,
and who know's what he's seen.

Plotting his ambush, effort in vain,
he distorted Blackness' Ray,
for it is the unmanifested plane,
where everything turns to day.

Creatures would fear the black,
yet it is still an attribute of Eru...
and .... someday Melkor'd attack.
But for long days, Tulkas was a hero.