In marble halls as white as milk,

Enrobed in curtains soft as silk,

In center of the shining hall,

There hangs a bright and golden ball.

No doors are there to this stronghold,

Yet thieves break in and steal the gold...

Alricht, it micht be eejit-obvious, but I thocht I'd add ma ain wee bit... Hae a gae, then!

--Cuilionn