A/N : I didn't even know there was a Silmarillion section on FF.net before a reviewer pointed out. Yay for the Silm!

Walls

Her wounds spread thin
over snow white skin,
she turns her steed
about.

Her long dark hair
and her white gown fair
are whipped bruised blown
by winds

That slip past boughs
and laugh and browse
through sly smooth gleam
of leaves.

. . .

She left stone walls
she left high halls
she sought for wilds
untamed;

Now root and bark
build in the dark
new walls to hold
her in.

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