By The Fire's Side

By the gloom of the fire

the shadows all do dance

But all else is still

At least at first glance

The faeries, they flit 

And by the fires glow 

Mischief gives way to cruelty

In a vintage pixie show

Across a hundred oceans

Yet another fire burns

A friendly group of hobbits

Spin yarns of times in churn

On a gently sloping hill

Hoards of dwarfs do dream

Roll closer to the flaming pine

Mind over lands unseen

Atop a misty mountain

Centaurs there do roam

But by the fire's blaze they find

A place to call their own

But, alas, here I must stay

Away from friends of old

The distance though is less

By the fire's side, I'm told