Prince of Pride

I see the way you look into his eyes.
Would you so place his song above my own,
Though born of him and not the One alone?
Yet who but wind-lord for the Queen of Skies?
And if not me, choose any of the wise--
Save Prince of Pride and perils yet unknown.
Please, take my hand, and join me on my throne;
We’ll shape the world as all the years pass by.

While Melkor, proud, is chief among us now,
Yet seeming would submit to Arda’s chains,
To me was given sight that reaches far.
Not long, I deem, shall Melkor hold his bow.
So join with me; adorn the sky with stars;
And share my care in timeless, loving reign.