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There’s a curse on the world like a sickness fell
Stretching down from the north where the monsters dwell
That the armies of the world cannot dispel
And it goes by the name of darkness
Morgoth sits on his throne where the shadows lie
As he glares at the earth from his seat on high
And defiles everything he sees—yes, I
Have seen the world and all its wonders
For the cruelty of fate is as wondrous as the stars
But there’s no end to darkness
There was an archer and a Man
And he was beautiful
An elvish archer and a Man
With piercing eyes and steady hand
And he was beautiful
And he was valorous
And the Man was weak
But Morgoth’s heart was full of spite
For all that’s beautiful
They were assaulted in the night
The Man was overcome with fright
He could not recognize his foe
There was no way that he could know
He saw the sword
He fought
He stabbed
He brought down one so beautiful
(“And the Man?” asked Niniel. “What became of him?”)
Oh, it’s been many years since then
His name was never heard again