My dear.... my beloved,

Light of the Almighty Source,

A Life Giving Dream of

Protection, as it is more than a Force.

Can you imagine captivations

in Morgoth's antilight den that wrings

when you lost all hope in damnation,

salvation is all you awe, for it welfare brings.

Living on an isolated plane..  

where all the gore is normalised

wars are means of winning, bane

is considered to be civilised....

But when you die, what happens?

Oh, the bliss of Multisphered Shires

You realise what holiness is, dark ends

are also unmanifested; eternal is the fire.

Laurelin, Thelperion!

Bringers of the Life!

You prepared for celebrations so merry, on

a day that Triumps the Skies.

Fruits, fragrance and music,

abundance, gratitude and smiles,

cherries, apples and fluids

transcendentally communicating while

everyone was cheerfully preparing

to manifest a new good will

as sacred as the hearts of those caring

having faith in the Plan so Absolute, it thrills.

Everyone is merriest;

only noble souls in harmony, egregore,

floating around in God itself - this fest

was meant to be unison but ... suddenly... an Error!

Ezellohar, the Trees you nourished!

But Melkor summoned himself - as ancient as the Warps,

he speared the holiness, so hellishly gorish,

AntiMetatronic Flower sucked to feed his corpse.

Sight, sound, and will, usually agile.

It shattered them all, as they lost.

The Light was desacrated ... so fragile..

The Void was occupied by a Parasite host!

No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Orome and Tulkas' mission failed

warrios of light, where did you gooo??

When your hopes get shattered, and THEY HAIL???

DO you know what it is like

to be responsible for the divine protection,

so the Holiest realm, before it could sprout,

like a child was murdered; for resurrections.

I.... ohh..ohh mmyy...

whh-h-at happened? I ...

why..

why could I not defend?

Tears of desolation, so damn polite...

Muhaha.

...

Morgoth grinned.

"Your trees -

they  had  to meet

their end !"