How can words paint your picture - creature of darkness,
Child of Melkor, born of fire
Flame of destruction, since time began.
No warmth, no protection do you offer
Your presence holds fear and death only.
Spread your wings - the fire rises,
Swirling smoke, a fiery whip.
Mighty spells of dark origin do you set against the light.
Bane of high elves, dwarves and men
Who stood against you throughout time.
The Valar drove you from this earth.
But in dark places a spark might hide,
Resting, forgotten, for days uncounted.
Until old powers meet again.