Analysis of Untitled

A Midnight Lace obsidian roaring incantation applauds each grimace abysmally beside a silver-lined creek undulating among whispering winds carrying untold horror.

Passages among valley’s untouched slave        — feeding the furnaces maws infernos   gauntlet darkened malice clutched firmly           texts bounded by Morgoth’s foot-soldiers.

Sounds of Rohirrim horns blow from —
     — high Riddermark winds send signal.

Celembrimbor rests quietly against an unusual churning fountain illuminated by indigo-blue moonlight passing against dim-lit lantern light dancing through the dark streets.
                    Passing slowly to the  
                  undying lands of Valinor;
                   A land of ageless education
                         — and meeting again
                               the scripts of Tengwar!

He who once forged sacred metals
                 sought after Two Trees -
                     — maker of the Silmarils;
                as unspoken language stained      armored soldiers crimson scarlet-red
     like radiant, alive, and sacred wealth                                  laid upon a weather-torn oaken table of years past.

The recipe lays alone with
                   trimmed recipes of Feanor,
               son of Finwe, a High King of Noldor.

Inside the Necromancers shadowy prism
           — aimed for merciless anguish.
          Chains and instruments clash and roar,
       Noldorian pinnacles adorned with rare           jewels befallen conquering Middle-Earth.

Gold-peaked pinnacle’s watch point
      glints after cirrus clouds quickly stirred
      presenting the suns arrival to victory.
                  — Minutes become hours —
               —decay , bloated, far-away eyes;
    the aftermath inhaled the nights church Bell.
              Yelling, making fools before us-
               —yet, what matters most?
chained prisoners dying from lit pipe tobacco.

Leaving carcasses for Dunland Crebain,
         circling, ravenous, and to descend          upon fallen soldiers; eyes blank and glacial like a lost ghosts walking cobblestone alleyways.