Yet in the end by orcs was brought
To the darkened halls of Morgoth’s court
In Thangorodrim, the evil fort.
Yet in his pride he did scorn
The Dark Lord in his mighty form.
Morgoth's curse did he endure
Yet Hurin’s heart remained pure.
So Morgoth made him watch in sorrow
While his curse like shadow followed
Hurin’s wife and living kin
Who dwelt in shadowed Dor-Lomin
Morwen waited yet in sorrow
Yet Hurin came not in the morrow.
But Morwen's heart would not despair
For the children that she cared.
In Turin's youth did foul Men rule
Many were thralls, treated cruel.
So Morwen bid her son to go
And at his passing she was filled with woe.
Yet in Doriath Thingol harbored him
And raised him as his own kin.
And there did Turin win renown
With Beleg was he often found.
And thus was Beleg wrongly killed
At the hand of one he loved most.
Yet Túrin stood, heart filled with pain
And cried 'til tears came not again.
And hopeless did he wish for death
Yet not so blesséd was he yet
For that great grief upon his heart
Was he ever torn apart.
A shadow lay upon his thought.
The face of Beleg he has not forgot.
His sorrow was his torment laid
A shadow that would never fade.
To Morgoth's curse was his fate bound
And only anguish has he found.
From despair did Turin waken
And with Gwindor was he taken
To the mighty halls of Nargothrond
A vision of the West beyond.
And in war did he win favor
For the valor of his labor.
And so Finduilas’ heart did turn
For Turin did she ever yearn.
Yet still did Morgoth’s shadow follow
And Turin’s heart was filled with sorrow.
For Glaurung the Worm had come for Turin.
And Nargothrond was now laid in ruin.
Yet the cries of Finduilas he could not hear
For in Glaurung’s eyes he did peer.
And there he stood in an enchantment
While Finduilas died in orc encampment.
But gift of eru was bestowed upon turin,
Free will indeed he had in him
Beyond hills to Nargothrond the dragon came,
Violence, thunder, fire, death, pain.
All the kings efforts were forsaken,
One chance for the black sword he saw,
Turin or Glaurung to yet be taken?
Over rock and mountain did he climb,
Saw the dragon in slumber recline.
Twas indeed when worm awoke,
He saw Turin in his eye of gold
Felt fire in which the black sword had dealt the death stroke.
'Well met again' whispered Turin
Avenged yet was Turambar son of Hurin.
The doom of Morgoth did not wander,
Turin thrown on sword so strong,
Yet it broke beneath assunder.
Thus ended Turin, man of might
Evil words of Melkor grounding Turins bane,
Yet some speak of a glimpse, a vision, a ray of light
When Melkor returns, from Mandos Turin shall come,
The black sword in hand Melkor shall be slain.
Out of silence, stillness voice heard spoken,
The righteous path turin had chosen.
Ending the Dark Lord at final hour,
Showing true colour, Eru's might and power.
It was the last battle that had been done
One hidden tune there was to be sung.
Feanor to yield the silmarili three,
In honour of triumphant victory.
Over yonder earendil come so swift,
Giveth his brow, the star, rainment of valar rift.
Arda to renew, spirits, souls embodied fresh,
Slain eldar awake, Beleg come from death.
To lay eye on friend, Turin he could not see
Mans fate only Eru chose to be.
Though it was whispered in Elven tongue,
Turin, away from mans fate would run.
Avenger of man, the cursed, the feared, the downtrod,
The stars above place him with the gods.