Few here remember; Morgoth least,

The time before Un-Time had ceased,

Before the Discord rose, increased,

At Melkor's prideful song.

-o-

Past mortal thought, where mind and Flame

Are one, he had a mighty name,

Where his songs' echoes might remain,

He Who Arose in Might.

-o-

He dipped into infinity,

And not yet lost, but simply free

for all of brief eternity

Before he dreamed of Light.

-o-

His thought turned slowly, and alone;

A titan shifting under stone:

Not made of flesh, of blood and bone,

But sheathed in flashing thought.

-o-

The Void was silent, mirror-still,

And darker for the Light that spilled

Down, down beyond the shining sills

Of windows in the West.

-o-

He swept into the Void, and Light

Clung to his wings in droplets slight,

He turned, they splashed down into Night:

Antithesis of stars.

-o-

The waves and ripples of his mind

Still turning, echo and unwind

Threads of the Void he left behind,

For there he found no Light.

-o-

Rising fire now rings his head,

Heavy hands and crown of dread,

Behold the starlight lying dead

Before the Lord of Lies.


Hope you like this - Morgaur, I hope this is what you had in mind! [Characters and all related stuffins (c) Tolkien.] What do you think of Morgoth here? Is he in character?

~RandomCelt