Palantír
Glass like ink and stone and frost;
Much is gained, but all is lost.
Palantír, fell Palantír,
Do you know the cost?
All are foes, no Man called friend
And I must with the world contend --
Palantír, dark Palantír,
Can you see the end?
If Dwarves and Men and Elves must fall
And all come under evil's thrall,
Palantír, sad Palantír,
What then shall befall?