Where the Shadow's forces did once cower,
for her pride, she would not yeild.
Eldrene opened to the Power--
preserving an ideal.
This one is soft gray stone,
worked by the huge hands,
far back in the ago.
A vine twines in life,
rustles the lack of breeze,
denying origins in rock.
The crack pulls open,
revealing the Gate within--
a tarnished silver mirror-pool.
Beyond waits the pocked dark
--here is the tainted world--
where roams the mad-laughing Wind.
Raked garden where
bodies harden.
Men of swords and honor.
Unstained stone hides
iron bone.
Women of strength and will.