2. Greed: The Sin of Feanor
Your people begged your aid - you heard them not;
In darkness they hammered ‘pon your door;
But that light was yours alone;
What price that sacred shining?
A greed it was to keep it from them;
That they should weep in shadow;
That greed shall be your Doom;
No peace shall you know;
No welcome in the Blessed Lands;
All your ends shall be to evil;
Dispossessed ever you shall be;
And when others ask what wrought this Doom;
Tell them of the light you kept;
And of the darkness in Aman.
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