TM: Prompt #182
Jun. 15th, 2007 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
namoI had a perfect day.
I had many of them, before leaving our Father's side and coming to watch over his creation. Days spent singing his great work, seeing what we sang become real by his power. By our power.
It was beautiful and perfect.
Until Melkor sang into it his discord. What was ideal, was no longer.
Every day since has been compared to those perfect, wonderful days before there were days, when there was harmony. Before snow, before rain, before clouds. Before history, before death, before life.
I long for one such day when all is quiet. When there is no blood, no screaming, no endings to watch over. The closest I can come to describing my perfect day knowing what I know, and living as I have, is when it all ceases.
When I stop.
That will be my perfect day; that day will surpass the first.
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 150
I had many of them, before leaving our Father's side and coming to watch over his creation. Days spent singing his great work, seeing what we sang become real by his power. By our power.
It was beautiful and perfect.
Until Melkor sang into it his discord. What was ideal, was no longer.
Every day since has been compared to those perfect, wonderful days before there were days, when there was harmony. Before snow, before rain, before clouds. Before history, before death, before life.
I long for one such day when all is quiet. When there is no blood, no screaming, no endings to watch over. The closest I can come to describing my perfect day knowing what I know, and living as I have, is when it all ceases.
When I stop.
That will be my perfect day; that day will surpass the first.
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 150
