My Script-- Tolkien
I have cut a Simril--
From the darkened grounds of Terra I made it...
Chipping away at the coal-block,
Picking till red my nails became,
With hammer and chisel striking.
And if my aim was true
A light would shine through, a silvery hue--
Iluvatar's Beauty...
Many to it have I shown--
I even presented it to my Lords and Nobles
Way back when,
But never did I see it again
My Script
Tolkien 8/2/'14
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