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Description
The Legacy of Feanor lives on,
Carries on, Festers on,
     Black and growing in the floors
  Of man's heart.
All the Good is tainted:
Lust for jewels- lust gnawing beneath
                  (Gnawing at the wooden
                       Supports of the floor.)
The marble is beautiful
'Till you fall through
  (Built over running water, this floor,
  (Passions: water running swift in blind caverns.)
The rotten wood is underneath this marble,
Holding this heart-shaped casket house of Man up.
  From the moist, fecund, bread like wood,
          (soft like cat's fur in the morning sunlight)
       Rises cities and citadels,
   Casting shadows of men's majesty,
      Like Hector's baby son
   Preening before his father's shield of bronze.
We are those leaves from which hangs
That which adorns the tree, trees
Progenitors
    Of Feanor's legacy, who (who?)
   Could run from the lights,
       Sun and Moon
     Anar ar Isil
Fruits of the same Tree, Trees.

Description
The Legacy of Feanor lives on,
Carries on, Festers on,
     Black and growing in the floors
  Of man's heart.
All the Good is tainted:
Lust for jewels- lust gnawing beneath
                  (Gnawing at the wooden
                       Supports of the floor.)
The marble is beautiful
'Till you fall through
  (Built over running water, this floor,
  (Passions: water running swift in blind caverns.)
The rotten wood is underneath this marble,
Holding this heart-shaped casket house of Man up.
  From the moist, fecund, bread like wood,
          (soft like cat's fur in the morning sunlight)
       Rises cities and citadels,
   Casting shadows of men's majesty,
      Like Hector's baby son
   Preening before his father's shield of bronze.
We are those leaves from which hangs
That which adorns the tree, trees
Progenitors
    Of Feanor's legacy, who (who?)
   Could run from the lights,
       Sun and Moon
     Anar ar Isil
Fruits of the same Tree, Trees.