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Originally Posted by Nerwen
Sister, craft-sister,
Never to meet;
Thou with thy hands laboured,
I with my feet.
Each of us, sister,
Our loves wound or slay.
Thou seekest darkness;
I end the day.
Thou a son hadst whom legend keeps;
A daughter was mine,
Yet never shall peace be
'Twixt thy kin and mine.
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The more the read this, the more I love it for its beauty and hate it for making me think.
Eru and Morgoth jumped out at me first, then the Moon and the Sun. The sister part is what gets me, if it is literal or figurative.