Destroy All Monsters

Devouring the light
Unseen
Perpetual night unleashed

Ravenous her appetite
Gargantuan
Monstrosity

Mightier than Melkor now
Failing to question what was done
Mistakenly
The power to destroy all Arda
Now gifted to this Eater of the Sun

She
Ungoliant
Who begat Shelob
Arachnid spawn from Hell

Fangs dripping acid
Acrid poison
Drained dry is every luminous well

Deadly manifest
Spirit from Before the World
Infestation in hideous flesh

Scourge of Vala
Jaws crushing trunks
Sap sucked from the Trees of Life

And for refusing to share the Silmarils with her
Stolen from Valinor
Melkor dooms himself

Realizing too late that his schemes
Everything fought for
Is for naught as he screams

And this shockwave of desperation
Permeates all the inhabited realms
Similar in fashion to his own songs of discord
Composed in nightmarish themes
The catastrophic dreams he now inhabits

Earthquaking
The world throughout shaking in seismic fits
Greater than ten thousand lightning javelins hurled about
Even the hardiest of warriors devoutly manning their posts
Deafened by the titanic ear shattering shout
Grip their spears with trembling hands

Nervously scanning the shadowed lands

Peering into darkness without end

To the naked eye
Erupting in the blackened sky
Whips of flame uncoiling
Flailing like meteoric snakes
Balrogs here and there
Immolating in the roiling air
Descending in a malestrom
A swarm of fire breathing drakes

Under the belly of the behemoth
Imprisoned in a living cage
Amidst towering pile driven legs
Melkor is wildly spun to and fro
Entangled in titanium threads
His terrible hammer fist in a rage
Pulverizing spider hatchlings
Grond smashing in their bejeweled heads

All the while
More upon more of her silhouetted brood
Come crawling out of giant jelly sacked eggs

Gloomweaver
Each serrated foot a massive cleaver
Hewing
Hacking cave trolls
Impaling bloodthirsty werewolves
Spewing burning venom in the face of Gothmog
And with lace tethers as strong as metal
Gluing him in place with nowhere to go
More balrogs to the rescue

After many long hours of battle
When the dust began to settle
Her escape was evident
She had fled unnoticed into a rocky chasm
Having opened during the ground breaking event

How such an enormous beast eluded them
Foul smelling as she was
Remains shrouded in a web of mystery
Enduring well beyond the ensuing ages
In tall tales and myth

And if not for the legions of minions
Issuing forth from the halls of Angband
The one known forever afterward as Morgoth
Would have met his mortal undoing



inspired by The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien, perhaps one too many Godzilla movies and quite possibly a Metallica song