Of the Darkening of Valinor

My dear.... my beloved,      
Light of the Almighty Source,        
A Life Giving Dream of        
Protection, as it is more than just Force.        
        
Can you imagine captivations        
in Morgoth's antilight den that wrings,      
when you lose 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 Multisphere Shires;        
You realise what saintliness is; dark ends        
are also unmanifested; eternal is the fire.        
         
Laurelin, Telperion!        
Bringers of the Life!        
You prepared for celebrations so merry, on        
a day that Triumphs the Skies.        
         
Fruit, fragrance and music,        
abundance, gratitude and smiles,        
cherries, apples and fluids,        
transcendentally communicating while        
         
everyone was cheerfully preparing        
to manifest their purest will,        
as sacred as the hearts of those carrying        
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 in unison but ... suddenly... an Error!        
         
Ezellohar, the Trees you nourished!        
But Melkor summoned himself - as ancient as the Warps,        
he speared the sanctity, 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 desecrated ... so fragile..        
The Void was occupied by a Parasite host!        
         
No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!        
Oromë and Tulkas' mission failed...!       
Warriors 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! "