22. Kill: XX
When did Morgoth begin to panic so
to send out child worms to spew his filth?
A baby Glaurung, fell dragon, burbles at Fingon
and holds up two green-gold claws.
The prince shakes his great braids
and holds up his crackling blue sword.
Glaurung invokes Morgoth.
Fingon cries violence,
and aims, as ever, for the
enemy's right wrist.
He saws off a paw. Poison hisses
to the earth.
He wounds, wounds, wounds,
and his world, defiled by blood
is also washed clean with it.
His eyes glint terribly. He sees
Quendi, so many,
frozen to no more speech.
Day gives way to night.
Glaurung spews a sobbing breath of fire.
Fingon laughs, and the final shard of ice
in his being melts.
The centre holds.
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