Shades guarding once great tombs,
Lure travelers to their doom,
Spirits of a once great past,
Spirits that are doomed to last,
Near the shire’s where they dwell,
Trapped within their ghastly spell,
Now bombadill by them can’t be tamed,
But them to him it is the same,
Jewels and swords forever by them stay,
Until the day the light shines in the BARROW DOWNS.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.