The path appears before him dark,

he feels a presence of fire,

holily strong as orange-flame sparks,

and suddenly, what a desire.

He was a riddled ember

of what he could have been

but somewhat faded, lack of remembrance,

and no intentions were there seen.

He entered the cave,

as brave and curious as fire in glory,

and in him a melody wave

unbiased followed him around the gory

visions of phantoms that fathom

whichever unfathomable for him is,

maciated by his destiny, his atom

had joined the sound of twists.

But there he got troubled

by possession of such dread,

amid insanity so shadowed

he saw a Beast so Red.

He was there, burning dormant,

the wanderer got impatient within,

as he wanted to hide in his enforcement

or in his horned face, as he has seen

that this beast salvating

carried a sealing rock

instead of snout, pulsating,

he found himself in shock.

He was the Beast, oh Willows,

and Poplars of forgetfullness,

what has he done, is it the sigils,

or just bestiality as primordial chaos?

He erupted as explosion,

the way that Spirits of Fire expand,

Legolas and Gimli were just proposing

to Frodo where exactly he should land,

nearby the sea, a Farewell,

but the shadow in Frodo did live,

and the recollected Balrog burst well

with his Maia forlorn newborn gift....

Then the Fellowship were virtually insights,

as their Third Eye so clearly foresaw

how Mairon would there calmly lie

with his head bended down, the hair .. just wow.

Oh, how fast they ran,

not meeting a single enemy,

beneath an ample sky, not once

felt there as a scenery...

Barely did they sleep,

captured, God, so light,

eyes no longer weeped

of mourns and sad goodbyes..

Finally, in years,

of silence, exhaltation,

their curious ears

heard the song foundation,

when they finally crossed

the remainders of Minas Ithil

in Mordor that was lost,

the statue's flowers on a spring hill.

They saw him there,

Mairon, the fairest,

leaning and his hair

rested was, aorist...

Sauron remembered her, the Maia,

Arien that's uncorrupted

by Melkor, who tried to catch her fire,

but she was untouchable and unobstructed.

Houseless his spirit roams,

while diminished in the power,

he restores himself, aums,

gathers emanations-showers.

What should they do next...?

Doesn't Sauron ever want

to be part of the gang, perplexed...

well, Smoking Pipe-Weed shan't

bother his mission of evil plans...

but, oh wait, I like it a lot...

what's this clueless damned chance..

but wait... what's next with Our plot?

He looks above the Sea

that links Aman to Hither Lands..

A girl is floating in the sky, she flees,

from two colliding vortexes' expanse...

As she was given a choice

whether to fall in Ulmo's depths

or straight to Morgoth's black hole's noise,

she panicked could not choose a bet...

She finally found out,

both are too scary to be felt,

Torondor at sudden appeared without

any fear, so brave, as he smelt

her appearance in Manwe's reign,

in the middle of nowhere,

the skies are also scary, when they ain't

holy presence but Uranium spheres...

She gasped, now eased and debtless,

then she looked straight in his eye,

the eagle commanded her respect, breathless

was, she came to realise...

One thing is certain there.

In the Land of the Undying Sun...

Nest three Air Spheres of Airmen, where...

"The Era of Eagles has Begun!"