Melted Faces

Once upon a time in a hobbit house,

Perched high in a tower of dreams,

The sweet face of a lover melted away.

Lanterns swayed and cracked in the wind,

Voices floated from distant seas,

To fall on the ears of a goblin.

All slept and was still as in Tomtins land,

And she quietly crept to the highest room,

To spy the burning skulls.

In the fires they burned and smouldered and laughed,

And pulled the stars from the sky.

They rose up from the ground and reached out their hand,

And took the goblin under.

She waits for a night when the moon sits just right,

Under that hobbit house,

For the lanterns to sway and voices to come,

Lover return and look to the skulls,

Where she waits, she waits, she waits.