This is a really really really long poem I wrote that outlines the life of Melkor (Morgoth) from the time of creation to when he was cast into the abyss, then picks up with Sauron from then until the end of the War of the Ring. The Melkor part was originally a different poem that I kind of threw on, so that's why it is in the first person and might have a slightly different style/feel (I wrote the two parts at least a year apart). All the poem is is a summary of their lives. Here it is: * * * * * I am the darkest of the foulest things The most evil of all evil beings Evil I turned in times long ago Out in the void did I often go And in those times I began to grow More evil and foul than ever you know Ever dissention did I try to sew And cause the music to cease to flow But before I could cause too much discord Stopped was I by the Ultimate Lord It was in that moment, when I was ashamed That deep down within me a malice was flamed And when we were shown what our music created Then it was that my pride was inflated And then I began to contemplate How I could dement good things with hate And so did I descend unto the world At which time was my veil unfurled So was my evil and contempt let loose Thus did I turn good to evil use And when I could I did dement I changed the world from what was meant And from those good I did convince Some to join me, and ever since They have all served me so well Foul they are; beasts great and fell One there was chief in the Ranks Sauron was he, and to him thanks Did my dominion rule on high I always tricked and love to lie In such ways did I many things great And ever was grand power my bait Balrogs were after Sauron in line Gothmog was a favorite of mine Grond was named the Mace I bore Ever it dealt wounds grave and sore But the waking of Elves did make The Valar come and my fortress take But deep within my dungeons deep Did Sauron and the Balrogs keep Imprisoned I was by the Valar then Though for but three ages, it seemed for ten But when at last I was set free I acted like it had reformed me And so did I feign to be good Until the Valar’s guard down stood And so did I escape and run To Middle-Earth, to an evil one Who would assist me in destroying The light that the Valar were enjoying The one who’s last offspring was Shelob Within whose body did darkness throb Ungoliant was her foul name And with me to Valimar she came And we did destroy the Two Trees Then left again swift as the breeze Thus went we to the hidden store Where lay the Silmarils I lusted for And there guarding that precious hoard Was Finwë the great Elven Lord And I made an end of Finwë And off we were, but chased like prey Though we escaped, and thus did I For Ungoliant tried to pry The Silmarils that Fëanor wrought And so there we evil ones fought But not did I have for myself to fend For the Balrogs did Sauron send And away the foul thing fled And by the Balrogs was I led Back to my fortress of long ago Though it was damaged by many a blow And so it lay in ruin there But then I rebuilt wall and stair And Thangorodrim then was raised And ever was I by evil praised But Fëanor in his blind fury Chased me after, and in his hurry He became too bold and proud And so was he by Gothmog plowed And stricken down did he then die And away from him his spirit did fly But other Elves still there remained And ever was the green grass stained With blood of Elves and Orcs both And ever aid me did Fëanor’s oath For the Elves at times did fight each other And I just watched and didn’t bother To intervene in the combating And ever joyous was the sighting And even when stolen was a Silmaril All that it did was stir more ill will And they did most of my work for me But never did I ever foresee That to the Valar it would come And they came down and drove me from My precious fortress and did fight And they took from me all my might So then did they cast me into the Void And they so thought evil destroyed But Sauron stayed and labored on And thus was evil never gone. So through the years did Sauron fight And great was he in all his might. When the Valar came and took away His master, mighty in his day Sauron escaped and hid from sight Until long years passed in flight He rose again and took Mordor As his land forever more And built within a tower great And also there he made a gate And from the hills of haunted fame There to him all dark things came And swelled his numbers, great and vast And soon did Sauron in fair cast Go to the Elves and Men around Until the Gwaith-i-Mírdain he found And he with them forged many Rings Grand and mighty of all things Nine he gave to the kings of Men Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, and then Greatest yet was wrought for Elves Three mighty Rings for just themselves But then did Sauron leave them there And went back to his fiery lair To Orodruin, mountain of fire And thus was he seen as a liar For there he made the greatest yet And no jewel upon was set But writing dark and bound with spell Wrought in characters black and fell And thus did Celebrimbor hear That which was beyond all fear That to the One were all others bound And upon it was their power found. Thus began a war so full of hate And scoured were lands fair of late. In that span of seven long years Many were the shedding of tears For many people would live no more And help they called from Númenor. Such aid was then received so great That no power of evil or hate Could cow that force, and run did they Who served Sauron in that day And for a long count of years Few was the shedding of tears But Sauron returned and in his pride Claimed a title to thus abide The King of Men was that name. But hearing this great Númenor came In fury of pride, and so great were they That all who saw them ran away As from over the Sea did he traverse Ar-Pharazôn, the Golden One, and cursed Was he to endure an evil fate To be corrupted and turned to hate. He marched upon Sauron so grand And in pride did Ar-Pharazôn command Sauron himself to come with him then Prisoner of the true King of Men. Deserted by his Orcs Sauron agreed And in Númenor helped grow the seed Of the desire for immortal life And thus he encouraged strife Between them and the Valar great So that they would retaliate And they destroy that race of Man Who were a nuisance to his plan. And within fifty years or so Sauron did thus succeed to sew Dissention in the hearts of Men The desire for life, and then Ar-Pharazôn sailed to Valinor But the Valar did much, much more Than Sauron had thought they would And from afar the Valar then stood And they then called upon Ilúvatar The All-Father, not some avatar And the Ultimate Lord, creator of all Then standing declared the doom to fall And beyond Sauron’s greatest fears The Isle of Númenor, aged many years Was cast down beneath the Sundering Seas As if it had been of great ease But some escaped that evil fate For those of Númenor free of hate Had left before and sailed away Towards Middle-Earth and off-shore lay With four ships and treasures had they When their beloved Númenor passed away. Then came they fast upon winds great Nearly flying were they, so fast was their rate And then they landed, free now from foe Upon the lands where they dwelt long ago And in the destruction of fair Númenor They had thought Sauron was made no more. But wrong they were; Sauron yet did survive Very much so strong and alive For no Maia may be thus slain Only their bodies, which can be made again And thus he went back to his realm To order his servants to make sword and helm And wrought for himself a new form he did Black and burning, but yet he hid Away in Mordor until he had made Ready for the war that had long been stayed And in this time the Nazgûl came Black and burning with evil flame Kings of Men they were before But they were Kings of Men no more For Sauron gave the Nine Rings of Men One to each of the Lords, and then They were corrupted and in good lost faith The Nazgûl, the evil Ringwraiths And despair they dealt with but a cry And wounds they gave from which all would die. Thus did they come upon that place Where later dwelt their evil race Tower of the Moon, Minas Ithil And all within that place could feel Their onslaught coming from far away And few remained to fight that day When down upon the Tower they fell And all within cowered at their evil yell So before long time had passed All within had breathed their last. But in that Tower, before it was taken Isildur stayed, for he was not shaken And before he fled from his abode He took the palantír and away he rode And so did he come upon Minas Anor With the palantír which away he bore And soon after that horrid day No longer was that war to stay And unleashed were the forces of Mordor then Issuing forth from dark cave and fen And upon Gondor was their attack But they were then quite taken aback For the Army of the Last Alliance amassed And their onslaught was fierce and fast They fought with relentless fury and strength Battling on for days at length And repelling the Orcs the Army pressed And their strength proved much the best As to the Dagorlad they came at last Where a battle fierce then passed And defeated the Orcs of Mordor fled Back into their dark land of dread And the Army of Elves and Men Came to the tower of Mordor then The Barad-dûr, the Dark Tower The abode of Sauron and his power And besieged then was that place Dreaded by all of the Human race And taken it was after seven long years Of fighting and unnumbered tears And upon the slopes of Orodruin The reign of Sauron was laid in ruin And the High King of the Elves then With the High King of the realms of Men Fought with Sauron, mace to brand Then fought Gil-galad, hand to hand But burned, the High King of the Elves was slain Never to see his great and fair home again Burned was he by Sauron’s flesh, black and hot And so then alone Elendil fought One on one with Sauron the Great Wielder of deception and empowered by hate And with Narsil, his mighty sword Elendil strove with The Abhorred Long and hard they fought on end None around who help could lend And brave and mighty though he was Elendil the Fair, and though noble the cause He was struck down by Sauron’s mace Crushed and broken was his grace And fell did he upon the earth A man of high and kingly birth And to him came his valiant son Isildur knelt, and around he spun To face Sauron, towering above And with strength at his age unheard of He dove for his father’s broken brand And then arose and there did stand In front of Sauron, who looked down upon him And Sauron laughed at his foe’s look so grim And he reached down to seize his foe But swift and nimble he dealt his blow For the hand with which Sauron was reaching Was the hand upon which he bore the Ring. Quick and precise, Isildur’s assault Brought all who fought to a halt For his finger was severed and fell The Ring upon it, and Sauron’s shell Now deprived of its sustaining might Was splintered and broke with a flash of light And a torrent of thunder smote the sky And in winds swirling went up a cry That shook the earth beneath their feet So powerful was Sauron’s defeat And a deafening crack which rang out high Cowing all those beneath the sky And an eruption of flame came forth then Nearly blinding the Elves and Men Coming from Sauron’s cracked armor Which suddenly burst with a clap of thunder And a wave of power swept out so great Like a hurricane’s wind at a murderous rate It blasted all who stood to the ground In a great many miles all around And to the ground did the helm fall That Sauron had worn on his head tall And passed did Sauron from that land To the lands in the East under his command And the lands in the South where he was lord Diminished and shapeless was now the Abhorred And for many long years he awaited his hour Though much weakened without his Ring of Power And he planned his assault hard and long Eager for revenge for who had done him wrong And as the Necromancer of Dol Guldur He returned and again did evil stir In the forest Greenwood the Great Was the place that he filled with hate And there did evil things amass And soon after it came to pass That Greenwood was no longer fair And was heard to hold an evil lair And people called it Greenwood no more Mirkwood they called it, and that name it bore For many long years after that And all the while Sauron sat He set his plans and under his rule The chief of his most trusted Nazgûl Went North and founded the realm of Angmar To which he could amass evil from afar And mightier than any man could quell He was the Witch King, mighty and fell And he warred against the Elves and Men With armies greater than five thousand times ten Of Orcs and wraiths and creatures dark And when he was close to hit the mark Glorfindel of the House of Fingolfin Came from the West where he had been And he gathered together a mighty host And drove out the Witch King from Fornost But too late was that host in there arrival For the Dúnedain kingdom lay beyond revival Being thus successful in his defeat The Lord of the Nazgûl did retreat And the Nazgûl went with orders from their liege And recaptured Minas Ithil after a two-year siege And that became afterwards known The Tower of the Moon that had shown Minas Morgul, the Tower of Sorcery And no man ever went there with will free. But in those first days of Sauron’s abode When evil from his tower flowed He was sensed by none other than the Valar Across the sundering seas to Aman so far And they sent forth five of their own Maiar, but in mortal bodies sewn And they came to the Eastern shore The Istari they were called in days of yore And Gandalf the Grey, second in order Came to the source of Sauron’s disorder And into the very Lion’s Den Gandalf ventured where dared no men Into Dol Guldur did Gandalf go To confirm the identity he did not know But Sauron escaped and fled into the East And for many years those lands had peace But Sauron did indeed come back And of Orcs he had no lack And forth he sent a plague of disease Causing Gondor’s watch on Mordor to ease And he sent forth his Nazgûl to prepare Mordor for Sauron’s use as his lair But a darker secret loomed before the Wise For Saruman the White had begun to devise His own schemes for his own dominion And thought to the making of his own minions And soon he too desired the Ring The One that could make him the King And searched he did by the Fields of Gladden And in his lust he began to madden. Thus it was that as Gandalf tried To have the Necromancer pried From his abode in evil Mirkwood Saruman allayed their fears, best he could And said that they should wait a while Though hoping in his mind so vile Saruman wished for the Ring to show Sensing its master of long ago But Gandalf the Grey would not wait And went again to the dungeon of hate And there he found alone and in pain The dying Dwarf whose name was Thaín And gave to Gandalf did he then A key what would open a secret den But then he died, and Gandalf sought And found the identity of who he thought For none other than Sauron did he find Thinking alone in his cold, dark mind And with this knowledge did Gandalf run Though he barely survived what he had done But even then did Saruman stall Hoping beyond hope for the One to fall Into his clutches. But Sauron was not blind For he saw that his lair was undermined And so he prepared to fly from that place If in need he might be of haste And when at last did Saruman submit The Order of the Istari lay there hit But Sauron fled at will and went To the place where his servants he sent To Mordor, and he declared openly That he was back, for all to see And he prepared again to make war And so he rebuilt the Barad-dûr And made ready his Orcs and Men of the south Dark and swarthy with tongues uncouth And men of the East did he also bring forth And from the lands far to the North. Thus was Sauron building his strength Preparing to unleash his forces at length But then he encountered an inquisitive mind For Saruman looked into the palantír to find Knowledge of the Ring, but was ensnared By Sauron then and he too prepared To make war upon Middle-Earth And in Orthanc no longer was their mirth. But to his surprise again Sauron found An inquisitive mind searching around For Gollum came to him then From deep within his shadowy den Gollum, who bore the One Ring for years And then was Gollum tortured to tears And told to Sauron of how he met One Bilbo Baggins, and how he set Off with his precious Ring And left his den with this precious thing. And so did Sauron learn at long last That out from the deep shadows of the past The Ring of his making was found And forth at did he send his minions to search around And before long he found it indeed In the hands of a Hobbit who paid little heed To the danger that he was in And to chase him down did the Nazgûl begin But he eluded their capture and came To find a companion of meaningless name But that man did manage to flee away And Frodo the Hobbit escaped that day. But little did Sauron know that he Who did keep Frodo from his clutches free Was Aragorn son of Arathorn the Fair And he was none other than Isildur’s Heir. But Sauron knew not that he did live And no heed to this man did he give And he searched long and hard for his Ring Upon which depended everything But unknown to him also did the wise In Rivendell secretly devise To destroy this thing which tempted all Under whose influence all Men would fall And he waited and prepared still To go to war with Gondor until It chanced that within his palantír he saw A sight which brought him to frightened awe For Aragorn showed himself to his foe Assuring that Sauron did indeed know That the Heir of Isildur himself has come For Aragorn hoped that he would succumb To his fear and strike before he had planned For weak indeed is the unsteady hand And to the luck of all Sauron did And Sauron’s army was no longer hid As Sauron’s forces went forth to war For if you strike hard, you need not strike more And Sauron sent also forth a smog Denser than the densest fog That blackened the sky when it was full noon And never before had any seen such a gloom But so was Sauron’s fall in his haste As he sent forth his troops as he raced To beat down Gondor before it was set And the armies of Gondor and Mordor met And besieged was the Tower of Guard that day And despair fell upon all who were hidden away But even as all seemed lost to all Suddenly did the tide of the battle fall As out of the west came King Theoden With the Riders of Rohan, and in the din Battle was brought to the Orcs from behind And no safe place could they find But even as the Rohirrim came Their whole effort was put to shame For the Mûmakil charged and trampled scores of men And all seemed lost until again The tides of war turned in their favor As with the coming of a wind good in flavor Black ships of the Corsairs came up from the South Made by the men who are black and uncouth But these ships within no evil men had For those ships, though from Harad Were taken by Men of Gondor before And when the Orcs thought they were doubled in score A white standard was raised on the lead ship And from it leapt like at the crack of a whip Aragorn son of Arathorn, and with him came Gimli and Legolas, and the Dúnedain And they swept forward like the front of a storm And there did Andúril valiantly perform Narsil reforged, and as it swung The clouds of Mordor lifted and in shown the sun Terrified and outnumbered the Orcs then fled And killed one by one soon all lay dead But most grievous of all Sauron’s pains The servant at whose very name despair rains The Witch King of Angmar was destroyed The hands of a Hobbit and a Woman employed. And all the while the Ring remained hid And begin to fear then Sauron did As forth from the ashes of the battle just fought Aragorn son of Arathorn sought To come to Mordor with a meager force But Sauron saw not the cause of this course For Aragorn and Gandalf had to by time For Frodo and Sam who ventured to climb Mount Doom, Orodruin, and the Ring destroy So this suicidal act was a decoy But Sauron was blind to all else and planned To crush the Men with his great hand But even as this act he set in motion He was aware of an odd commotion And suddenly saw the Sammath Naur And that within, not very far His precious Ring was upon a Hobbit’s hand As in his own mountain did it stand And he heard it claim the Ring as his own But even as the Nazgûl closed on that zone Gollum leapt upon Frodo’s back With a swift and ferocious attack And Gollum bit off the Ring and the finger Upon which the Ring did linger And Frodo fell, crying in pain And Gollum danced, the Ring his again But even as that did occur And his heart swelled with mad laughter Gollum slipped and fell off the path And plunged he did into a fiery bath. But ended then was the One Ring Beloved of all his greatest things And with a deafening crack the ground split And forth all over did lava spit And even as the Orcs fought the Men They were suddenly confused, and then They fled in all directions in their fear As the ground cracked as all could hear And crumbled did the Barad-dûr And ended then was that evil war For Sauron’s strength was in that Ring And with its end came his own ending And then was Sauron too far diminished Beyond what any Man hoped, he was finished And his spirit faded into the sky Never to live and never to die And broken then was the Nazgûl’s form And the air shook like thunder in a storm As they too vanished into the night Never again to see the day’s light. And so passed then the evil ones The spirits which any good thing shuns And free were the people of Middle-Earth To celebrate and be full of mirth And peace they had with the evil Men The Men of the South and of Eastern den And few Orcs indeed did remain And those that did were hunted and slain Thus did the Age of Men come to begin A place where free all men could dwell in And so did most evil pass away Giving way to the bright-shining day. * * * * * Well, there it is. Some parts are better than others, but it's one of my personal crowning achievements.