A Measure of Tears by Himring  

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Fingon's Death and the last stand of the Men of Dor-lomin


It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That the High King was surrounded on the Plain;

It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That the Balrog’s whip struck—

Spare me, how I do not want to see it!

 

It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That his cloven helm flamed;

It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That they trod the banner in the mire—

how I do not want to see it!

 

It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That the brothers held the Rivil;

It was on the sixth day, the sixth

That Dor-lomin lay dead by the Rivil—

Spare me, how I do not want to see it,

how I do not want to see it!

 

And the Sun went down on the sixth day.


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