New Challenge: Title Track
Tolkien's titles range from epic to lyrical to metaphorical. This month's challenge selected 125 of them as prompts for fanworks.
Many were the Valar's allies,
at the nucleating launch of their Act,
no detail skipped, centre- or edgewise,
the dense form beyond the abstract.
Some workers were great in reach,
some of them humble in service,
taming in circles the elementals unleashed,
arranging Arda, control and observance.
Effort all around, at steady pace,
never rushing any phase,
for water fluid waves caught space,
and lava gushes were ablaze,
air birthing life through aspiration,
Earth crevices shaking and crumbling,
elemental creatures of Yavanna, patient,
were watering new gardens, buzzing.
Alas, Melkor was observing at the border,
full of petty sense of rivalry and envy,
while the Egg was forming at the corner,
he couldn't perceive it; yes, he couldn't see.
Twisted in inexplicable forms and sounds so reaped,
the Keys of Enoch lowered in vibration,
all planned to be mysterious, unique and deep,
yet all deviations lead to inferno's damnation.
Melkor, mighty, burst in a violent storm,
attacking with hope he couldn't decipher,
and all they were building peacefully roared,
the Ainur protecting it, Melkor a viper.
Melkor - an earthquake till abyss,
the Ainur - a creational surface,
Melkor was rising the low valleys,
attempting with all to repurpose.
They were filling in seas in Earth's holes,
the villain was scattering them wild,
their flowers, harmony reflecting the Laws,
soulless Melkor, plucked their smiles.
Reviving the poor plants,
these beautiful, chosen built ones,
a premonition, for these Lands ~
Were always meant for Eru's children.