down, down, they plunged, the Balrog and the Mage
and even in free-fall pursued the fight
begun ere MiddleEarth saw the ThirdAge
the flame of Udun grappling Anor's light
emerging from his mikveh a blank slate
reborn at length on Balin's rock-hewn tomb
an eagle's burden seeming without weight
he took the sky-way out of Khazad-dûm
no elf nor dwarf could know what horrors sleep
unfathomed caverns, measureless to man
'though generations labored to dig deep
vestigial delvings Morgoth's slaves began
theology's implicit in the themes
that Tolkien has injected in our dreams
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