42. The Valar Have Had Enough
Smoke and battle veil the mountains.
Rivers flow like bloody fountains.
Wailing women on the shore
Watch the tide engulf, like war,
Pasts and futures. Nothing left
Save a hopeless wait for death.
Wise men, warriors brought them here,
Brought the shadow, fire and fear;
Made corrupt the high, the brave,
The good, and then defiled the grave;
Sickened Arda with their anger;
Left the innocent to linger
In the dark of vanquished sun,
Knowing light would never come;
Knowing dawn would never light
Evil's over-reaching night.
Hear their pleas to end the wrong.
Arda, sing your final song.
April 2003, Chathol-lin
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