Disclaimer: all belong to Tolkien, that wonderful genius of a man, except for the narrator. I don't know who the heck that is. Anyone else ever notice how incredibly morbid I am?
Here I Lie
Here I lie, beneath the marsh,
Where lives end and flames burn,
Where I burn my flame for all to see,
Come, my children, come to me,
Allow the flames to hypnotize,
Forget your thoughts, follow your eyes.
Here I lie, beneath the marsh,
Where water is my bed and loving friend,
Where I am all but alone beneath the quagmire,
Speak, my fellows, speak to the visitors,
Show them secrets in your flame,
Let the marsh swallow them; make us the same.