He chanted a song of wizardry
Of piercing and opening, of treachery
Revealing, uncovering, betraying
Then suddenly Felagund there swaying
Sang in answer a song of staying
Of resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower.
Of trust unbroken, freedom, escape,
Of changing and of shifting shape.
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
Prisions opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
Thu’s chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might he brought
Of Elfinesse into his words. Softly in the gloom
They heard the birds, singing afar in Nargothrond
And the sighing of the Sea beyond
Beyond the Western World on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
Then the gloom gathered, darkness growing
In Valinor the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships, with their white sails
From the lamp-lit harbour. The wind wails.
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn
Thunder rumbles, fires burn.
A vast smoke gushes out, a roar-
And Felagund swoons upon the floor.