Vast, hollow labyrinth
Profound, loud silence
Frightening, awful presence
A mystic being of omnipotence?

Standing still and far away
A dark figure therein soared
Unearthly shadow floats astray
With awe it must be approached

What power is innate within?
What horrors can it apprehend?

How to channel its infinite thought,
And not release it from its hell?
Admirable and capable ghost
A core without a proper shell

Its past and stories are not sought
Nor what shaped it what’s meant
Let’s look and find a useful aught
In the rotten soul long here dwelt

“Wise, I am and I seek to aid
The souls most in need
I aim to please and I raid
The fears that ye heed

Friend, I am and friends I seek
In turbulence and in faith
Take me out of the bottomless bleak!”
Thus spoke the Wraith

What foul noise echoed forth!
What awful cursed screech!
Indeed an ill, lawless force,
Spouting this hellish speech

Seal your ears and flee in haste!
Listen not to the deafening screams
March onwards and shut the gates!
Lest we’re caught in its bright gleam

Such there is Night، not Night as ours—Unhappy Folk
— J.R.R. Tolkien.

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