Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of Fëanor and the Release of Melkor

Seemingly, Míriel was just asleep;
just as vivid as if she would wake up,
amplifying Finwë's yearning, hollow and deep,
it compelled him to expect and stay up.

The handmaidens of the late wife
looked after her body with tender care;
so her physical temple seemed alive,
yet her presence, departed, was felt nowhere.

Finwë, driven by grief and illusion,
for she was there, yet she was not,
bore a heart full of heavy confusion,
to sit by her corpse was all that he got.

Calling her by tenderest names
caressing her deprived of vitality cheek,
trying to lull her back in vain,
hoping the Word got power, he'd seek

to evoke her spirit to her vessel,
now an empty shell to irritate his senses,
he's stay there, hushed, he'd nestle,
until he lost faith and withdrew his caresses.

For all his efforts were in vain,
the only joyless one within the Blessed Realm,
yet to numbness turned his pain
and he stopped going to Lórien that overwhelmed.

Why waste his heart's vitality to emptiness?
All that was but a promise leading to nothing,
the one you feel when, prepared to process
a reward, it shatters from inside in sudden shutting.

So Finwë chose life instead of slow lingering.
He had a child to raise, to educate, to love.
So he redirected his energy to parenting,
leaving behind that love he had to outlive.