There was Eru, who in Arda was called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, and they were with him before all else was made. And it came to pass that Ilúvatar called together the Ainur declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet revealed...but it came into the heart of Melkor to interweave matters of his own imagining, that were not in accord with the theme of Ilúvatar...He had gone often alone into the void, seeking the Sacred Flame. But he found it not, for the Fire is with Ilúvatar. (Ainulindalë)

Light of Light,

west of West:

Shining halls

Forever blest.


For where He dwells,

The Sacred Flame

Burnt long and bright.

Then Shadow came...


The Music changed

As voices swayed-

A cornerstone

Of Evil laid.


Yet highest note,

In deepest chord-

Victorious still

Was Ea's Lord.


As Vairë wove

The countless years,

Nienna's face

Grew drenched with tears.


For Arda now

Enringed with flames,

Beset by Evil's

Many Names.


Then Arda laughed

As Morgoth's crown,

In splintered shards,

came tumbling down.



Yet still the Flame

Burns bright against

All dark domain.

Okay! Another poem. A big Fat Hannon Le! to those who reviewed my other other poems. May you continue to do so! XD I hope you like this. Please tell me what you think. I hope it's not too wierd, but this is what happens when I read too much Silm late at night...

~ RandomCelt