The Ruin These wall-stones are wondrous — calamities crumpled them, these city-sites crashed, the work of giants corrupted. The roofs have rushed to earth, towers in ruins. Ice at the joints has unroofed the barred-gates, sheared the scarred storm-walls have disappeared— the years have gnawed them from beneath. A grave-grip holds the master-crafters, decrepit and … Continue reading The Ruin