Music of Ainur
Create and sing!
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
The creatures small, and big and bold
Just as I've told:
Eä! Be!
The 5th poem for NaPoWriMo (The 4th is in Slovak)
This is an experiment with form - as you can see, I like rhymes =)
The rhyming scheme is
a
a b
a b c
a b c d
b c d
c d
d
with every rhyme containing of 4 syllables.