The Fall of Finrod

	Resisting, battling against power,
	Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
	And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
	Of changing and of shifting shape
	Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
	In Valinor, the red blood flowing
	Of snares eluded, broken traps,
	The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
	Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
	Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
	The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
	And all the magic and might he brought
	Of Elvenesse into his words.
	Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
	Singing afar in Nargothrond,
	The sighing of the Sea beyond,
	Beyond the western world, on sand,
	On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
	Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
	In Valinor, the red blood flowing
	Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
	The Foamriders, and stealing drew
	Their white ships with their white sails
	From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
	The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
	The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
	The captives sad in Angband mourn.
	Thunder rumbles, the fires burn ---
	And Finrod fell before the throne.