Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
‘That eye is like to this eye’
Said the first eye,
‘But in low place
Not in high place.’
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.