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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