Many a Dwarf’s paces
across these many chambers
Winding paths
and countless stairs’ cases
Colours and light and music trinkling
When twinkling silver drops
Fall into rosy-coloured pools
Amidst pillars of crystal
Folded marbles, edges gilded
With torchlight from a dream
Suspended palace
Frozen sky
Living glass

Caverns fair as a Lady mighty
Bringing the poet out of a Dwarf
right there

“The Road to Isengard”
The Two Towers

20 October 2002

- Eowyn of Ithilien