To be something to someone.

Huan told me,

That Beren was a good one.

That Hurin did nothing

of any sort to be a good father.

But Dale did something

so he knows he did try

to fell a magnificent one.

All we are none without our loved ones.

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Blackness of the soul

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Wail
Hail
Infernal screams

Kill
Maim
Destruction of your soul

Beautiful blackness
Abyssal eyes
Tormented through your corruptions

Nine there were
Rings of old
Bound by one, blinded by one

That which cannot be undone
Which only a gardner
With his sheer mighty will
For a faith undying
A friend to the end

Can you ever see that in your eyes
That you stabbeth thee
Thine blade took one unyielding breath and forsook its veins

Of all
One
No man at all
A woman ended you
A woman stood by her paternal sight
One voice
Screamed
“I am no man”

Submission

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Morgoth/Melkor:
In your dead eyes
I see nothing but a puppet
I am
I would be
Will always be
Your Master
Whether now and then

You are mine to begin with
I am nothing without my children
You are the first
And wouldnt be last

I am your lordship wherever i am near you
I become you when i am far

Ungoliant:
For now you will be mine
Forever i am not
For now i am your marionette
Strings for your web
Of lies
Deciet
Maligned deceptions and will never be among them
Never

In the clutches

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Ferocity unmatched
Your eyes darts into mine
Nothing I can do,  can match your speed

Beren o mighty Beren where for art thou
Huan my friend come hither to thy side
Luthien my dear sing so
Tevildo can be still,
As I escape from these halls
of misery
Of pain
Of suffering

I hunger to see my lovely Fangorn
I am need of air of Rohan
And want to run among the goblins of entmoor

Sweet branch

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Your luster is your power
Your bark is much smoother than any otter

A faint smile ever so inviting
A branch of your saplings are cool to touch

Some say you are a myth
To me your a legend
A goddess of this foliage

Ahh sweet petunia
Your sweet scent makes me uproot from where I stand

in the book of Lost tales of beleriand and lore of Silmarillion, also Bombadil told the Hobbits of Entwives that resided in Fangorn.

Goodbye Mirkwood

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Such as this is so barren
Fangorn here I come
In these branches I am claustrophobic
To these dried floor you call mud
There are no will’o’wisp that I can see
Even there are no elves that care enough to give us

Bah Mirkwood,  of all places why I stay
Then my question remain where do I go?
Some weary traveler I once heard,  Fangorn should be good
I know not where it is
Thus I uproot myself and time to leave this wretched place
Goodbye Mirkwood

Defiance

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In your rage they have become united
From your devices of malice
Manwe gave men, elves and dwarves to fight for

From an age where beginnings are created
Your dedication to undo men
Balrogs came
Your dedication to usurp elves
Orcs came
Your defiance made this land to unite against you.

This round you lose
To spite everyone your evilness attracted one
One who would undo your life
Thus enter Sauron