Happy Earth Day
Taking advantage of the "Natural Disasters" challenge and the day to wish everyone something less than the subject line, frankly.
Apocalypse in G
Melkor was gone, yet he left seeds among the Children.
These grew up in time, spirits of division, mirror-lovers - the vain and powerful.
They were indifferent to Arda, save to profit from it, so that oil seasickened Ulmo and Manwë’s emphysemic wheeze worsened yearly. The Sickle dimmed.
Dark Yavanna walked the earth, the shepherd of her children turned warrior, encouraging the hubristic weeds, the inhospitable climes: who warped her children, would gain ruin!
Nature’s vengeance does not discriminate - in Kementári’s wrath is cataclysm to destroy Melkor’s children and their victims.
For such is war without hope or help - always.
Apocalypse in G
Melkor was gone, yet he left seeds among the Children.
These grew up in time, spirits of division, mirror-lovers - the vain and powerful.
They were indifferent to Arda, save to profit from it, so that oil seasickened Ulmo and Manwë’s emphysemic wheeze worsened yearly. The Sickle dimmed.
Dark Yavanna walked the earth, the shepherd of her children turned warrior, encouraging the hubristic weeds, the inhospitable climes: who warped her children, would gain ruin!
Nature’s vengeance does not discriminate - in Kementári’s wrath is cataclysm to destroy Melkor’s children and their victims.
For such is war without hope or help - always.