The Shadow of Morgoth

bear earth's overwhelming floors were devil carving shaped with skill such as unholy dreams dot fill they towered like trees into the air whose trunks are rooted in despair. A form bat winged silent flew where the huge pillared branches grew amid the smokes and mounting steams. As on the margin of dark dreams a dim felt shadow unseen grows to cloud of vast unease and woes foreboded nameless roll like doom upon the soul so in that gloom the voices fell and laughter died slow to silence many eyed a nameless doubt a shapeless fear had entered in their caverns drear and grew and towered above them cowd hearing in heart the trumpets loud of gods