Living like the Hobbits

The days are packed and brimming bright,
Full of warm, love and brilliant light,
How marvelous it is to live,
Live as the Hobbits did.

Lounging around day and night
Without care, without fright
Some worried, some did not care,
For all was as it should be,
All was fair.

And in that hole,
All life grew,
From the greatest evergreens, reaching so tall,
To the smallest sprout, ordered in their little sprawl.

They sang their favorite songs and rhymes,
Jumping and dancing, a favorite pastime,
Cramming down heaps of food,
Dawn-to-dark, merriment they pursued,
Sometimes sleeping,
snoozing,
 dreaming,
For all was as it should have been—all was fair.


But these simple minded folk, were content to be and ignore,
For they remembered not no one, now and evermore.

As Night would fall,
So would it's people,
Fall silent—as the darkness came,
Came and swept them away to slumber,
Their bodies still as lumber.

A mistake—that could not be condone,  
Leaving Night, an empty husk, all alone.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere they could have flown.
Where did they go?
Melancholy—painting the sky,
Did they leave?
Angered—tearing up high,
why, Why, WHY?
as they slept deep, down below…

The days were full and briskly bright
Full of love and shining light.
How marvelous it was to live,
Live as the Hobbits did.

Being neither quick-witted nor wise,
They loved their games, full of happy cries,
All day the sun guarded and shined,
Little did they know of what laid behind,
From behind the clouds, it watched,
Saturated eyes, full of wrath and blood…

All day they played, all day they rejoiced.
Forgetting the setting sun, it’s warmth solemnly receding,
And in its place,
A numbing Night revealed its red, forlorn face.

Seeing excitement, and faces full of rosy red,
Turned the sky, shades deeper than vermilion,
Night quickly rose, swiftly moving faster than any scarlet hue,
Swallowing,
consuming,
killing.

Friends fell—together and alone.
Night left standing.
Bone—removed from bone.
Red, broken home—down from landing.
For all was as it should have been,

All was fair.

The days were told to be unceasingly full and bright
Filled to the brim, with pitiful love and tragic light.
How amusingly wonderful it once was to live,

Live as the Hobbits did.