The Sun and The Moon

Melkor sought power
And he, with Ungoliant
Destroyed the two trees

Three great Silmarils
Made by the greatest craftsman
His name, Fëanor

Here he trapped the light
The two trees of the Valar
That lit up the realm

The trees rekindled?
But alas, Fëanor's pride
Would not allow him

The gems were precious
To use them would be costly
To destroy them? No.

The one that bore fruits
Laurelin the Golden Tree
Made into the Sun

The Moon, from flowers
Telperion the White tree
Shedding silver light

One rose each morning
The other from dusk till dawn
Always, evermore

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