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Here's a short poem I came up with during biology and finished at home. Hope you like :D

Notes:

Atalantë ("The Downfallen") - The name of Númenor after its fall.

Oiolairë - One of the fragrant trees of Númenor; by tradition a bough cut from this tree was attached to the prows of Númenóreans' ships setting out on journeys of exploration, to ensure a safe return.

Fëa - sou

The fall of Númenor

The land of long forgotten suns,

In ruins lay her towers,

Darkness swallowed up her sons,

Their graves covered in flowers.

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No wind shall guide the mighty sails,

No moon shall lead the way,

The glory of the kingdom pales,

For there is naught to say.

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When Annatar comes, fair and fine,

The White Tree crumbles, burnt,

To Morgoth they erect a shrine,

Three fell kings are turned.

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The seven seeing-stones are lost,

As Sauron spreads his lies,

Oiolairë leaves, burnt by frost,

The last Edain king dies.

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Starlight fades from haunted eyes,

For they have been betrayed,

Bright Fëa to the heaven flies,

And in its hands, a blade.

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Now, only the three remain,

To watch Atalantë fall,

Enslaved through rings, anguish and pain,

In shadows they now crawl.

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Of these dark and sullen times,

The Akallabêth sings,

Its song of mourning steeply climbs,

The pendulum still swings.