Dies Irae: 1. Dies Irae

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1. Dies Irae

See the day that's never breaking,
horror-struck, a world awaking
to behold its own unmaking.
Númenorë, to remind us,
burning history to find us,
night-stained destiny to bind us…

Stars are failing in the distance,
hope has winked out of existence,
suffocating our resistance.
Broken horns are calling, calling,
those who stumble, ever falling,
shadow-tide is rising, crawling.

Storm of swords and wind of sorrow
drown the remnants of tomorrow
in the face of nameless horror.
Still the drums are beating, beating,
thunderous as they're repeating,
memories are all but fleeting.

Hope is wasted, truth is dying
in the darkness we're defying
as the winds are ever crying.
Anduin, your bloodied waters
cannot save what hatred slaughters,
slain our sons, defiled our daughters,

Rammas Echor, torn and broken,
ancient glory's blood-stained token,
prophecies that died unspoken
in the sound of distant thunder,
come to tear the world asunder,
and in emptiness we'll wander

As the world is rent in fire
of the Nameless Lord's desire,
blazing like a blackened pyre,
breaks the day and drowns the morning,
death has come without a warning,
blood-red skies as doom is dawning.

Hope is torn as all is ending,
drowning all that we're defending,
and in helplessness we're standing.
The Unconquered, Uncontested,
falls by hands ever detested,
once-white glory blood-infested.

And the shards of our salvation
stained by tears of desperation,
rising doom's manifestation,
drowned in waves of shadow growing
floods of steel like water, flowing,
wisdom fades and dies unknowing.

Númenorë, to remind us,
burning history to find us,
night-stained destiny to bind us
Númenorë, rent in fire,
war of wrath and poisoned ire
paid the price for your desire.

Fade we must and dwell in sorrow
in a world of lost tomorrow,
witness to our own unmaking.
Sleep we must and dream unwaking,
mourning as the earth is shaking
for a day that's never breaking.


Author's note:
The metre etc. used in this poem is obviously taken directly from the Dies Irae even though it's not 100% accurate (if you look closely you'll notice the ending is slightly different).

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Ellisande

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/15/04

Original Post: 02/15/04

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