A temple, black and gold.
He raised it high, deceiving.
Black smoke billowed, substanceless,
Stone crushed beneath the weight of sacrifice.
From deep within the void
Morgoth received his burnt offering.
Darkness poured forth to choke the drowning city,
A catalyst to throw him down.
Flames licked at Morgoth's altar.
The void called to him,
And he came willingly.
Sought his downfall with black and grasping hands.
Wrathful, waves climbed.
And the temple burned.