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.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 011010010011001110010001010111000110011000110 1000110011100101110101011011011110 111111 111110 111000110101010010011011100111101101011 101010 010111 01110010 01001 0111 11111010 11011 10101 1010101101010101 11000101011010101110111 01001011 110011 11101111 010110010 1110010 10100101 11011110010100101 11111 110101101 010010101100 100110 01101011 010010111 10101011 11101 11001011101 10100111 1001000101011010110101011101010 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 2,241 |
Words | 283 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 6, 5, 3, 4, 9, 2 |
Lines Amount | 33 |
Letters per line (avg) | 42 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 155 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 36 |
About this poem
A Tolkien-esque I wrote some while back influence by numerous chapters, essays, and Silmarillian influence
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Written on February 01, 2023
Submitted by christopherj.56633 on February 02, 2023
Modified on April 06, 2023
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