K, I guess it's my turn then right? This one's pretty easy, so I started kind of near the end so it wouldn't be a dead giveaway:
"Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacons mountains burned at evening;
red fell the dew in Rammas Echor."
Thanks for not throwing things at me that are TOO objectionable! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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