The Wolf of Stone within his demense stalks
And will not yet allow his men respite
'Tis all as though some fire within him walks
That burns throughout the day, and through the night
The mask he wears to hide his secret thought
Is one which neither smile nor jest can break
Formality must serve where friendship ought
Displeasure yet a risk no man will take
Yet one there is whose touch can raise a smile
Can break the walls built to surround his heart
Can make his thoughts fly homeward many a mile
Can make that mind turn less to war's dark arts
So to the one love, he must be untrue
That to his true love he may give his due.
This is Thorongil's response to Denethor's sonnet about him. It sort of fits within Dwim's "Star and Stone" world.