He dreamt of a shining face of some ancient spirit, caged within a sullied blade.
And thus spoke the voice that was within the sword:
"Hurwë's hands created me
your father's father measured me
your father asked for owning me, I
came to him, and he was mine
I did not need salvation's wine.
Laurelin fire gilded me
Telperion's silver flashed at me
Tirion's bliss enlightened me
I was theirs, and they were mine
I mirrored bliss, and Noldor wine.
Aman's darkening blinded me
the woe of Olwë sharpened me
your fathers bloodlust wakened me
meant for doom, yet doom was mine
and there was no salvation's wine.
The fires of Losgar kindled me
the laugh of Fëanor frightened me
longship smoke bewildered me
for the exile's wrath was mine
until I'd find salvation's wine.
Maglor's harp comforted me
the minstrel's kindness thwarted me
Gold-cleaver almost brightened me
His voice was pure, yet dark was mine, I
failed to drink salvation's wine.
Morgoth's flames ravaged me
Angband's fires hardened me
your father's corpse delighted me, and
I became yours, you were mine, I
needed more salvation's wine.
Doriath's Sacking blemished me
Grey-Elf blood corrupted me
Slayed kin now stare at me
I was yours, now you are mine,
I hungered for salvation's wine.
You wielded me, you glared at me
you cursed at me, you spat at me
you grappled me, you buried me
the tomb was deep, yet you were mine
until I'd taste salvation's wine.
Doomed Beleriand wept with me
earth and darkness carried me
ruined nature bled with me, still:
I was yours, your tomb was mine
and I cursed salvation's wine.
Belegaer swallowed me
encircling waters cared for me
the waves of Ossë tossed me back
so I'd be yours, your voice in black
reminding Girdled Kingdom's sack.
Endor's time was eating me
the claws of waste were dooming me
wind and stones were smashing me, that's
when you found me, you are mine
until we'd drink salvation's wine.
The icy waste was freezing me
storms of snow were dowsing me
eternal cold tried smiting me, but
we went through, and you are mine
until we pour salvation's wine.
For hammer skills you rested me
for goblin blood you doubted me
for wrath and death you harrowed me
I shall haunt you, you are mine,
I reflect you, I'm your crime.
For Dol Guldur you clutched at me
for shadow walls unsheathed me
for Greenwood's sake then wakened me
I shall rise, your doom is mine,
yearning for salvation's wine.
A maiden fair has crossed your ways
whirling waters met your blaze, your
heart longs for those flashing eyes
your bloody past yet never dies, all
love will fail, despair you'll get
I'm hatred's witness, I'm your pet.
Soon enough then, you will flail
I will watch your power fail, I'll
make you fall, I'll drink your blood,
wash my face in pouring flood
resolve my greed and soothe my wrath -
remove the stain of Doriath
forget the Swanherd's shattered weep,
abandon life for deathless sleep."
((image drawn by Celurhir))