Eyes close, sleep
Against the coming dark.
It creeps, choking as a fog,
Wraps of sheer terror in the wind.
A stone falls.  Chinks on rocks of age-old walls,
Towering arcs in subterranean glows
Of colour.
But no one hears,
And no one sees,
The terror in this darkness.
The caves - the caves - are closed.
Sealed death-tombs of the dwarves.


Written by Cirdar