Shoemaker

A Silent Night village near a forest,
so faye, full of magic and dreams,  
the shoemaker's house got effloresced,  
a secret number of elves entered with gleams.  

They started working silently  
and childishly waggish  
The next day, the craftsman privately  
found artisan footwear; they had vanished.  
 
This story repeated itself  
the next days, and he knew  
it was an elf on a shelf  
and he started wanting to surprise them at dew.  
 
But what was the horrific heart attack  
of the tireless little fairytale curved shoes,  
when their eternity's enemy in black  
as clothes appeared; gifts that fooled  
 
the honest heart of the shoemaker,  
that never stopped mourning after this doom,  
but this insight was fateful and an inner waker;  
the beginning of a new story abloom.  
 
As the Mithril reflected the Sunlight  
Of Galadriel's hair she blissfully offered  
to Gimli as a gesture of peace; she was right,  
as her All-Seeing eye, Lady Faith's, fostered  
 
the Little Children that hid inside these Clothes;  
human-born, originating from the shoemaker's goodwill,  
and the mischievous fayes got tricksed; but never! exposed,  
now transferred under a wooden door in Valinor's trees so still.  
 
As the purpose of this death  
was that they would ever mourn  
over the shoemaker deathwept  
this was Salvation of a curse unworn.  
 
Finland, oh portal!  
"Arwen", I'll utter!  
Immortality of Elves is sacredly aortal  
Never betray it, but her  
 
motivation behind the story  
was the vision of her children; their birth;  
I know, her father mourns; she's sorry;  
and she'll turn into a river, and birds  
 
will fly, migrating into the unknown;  
Never let me through the Snowy Fir Tree Forest's gate!  
Family and laughter shall never be alone;  
punishment in Halls where they shall wait.  
 
The mystery that Samwise heartfelt with jingling bells,  
is mirages of their essence true  
and this magic, synesthesia, of spells,  
Shoemaker shall disenchant the Shoe!  
 
Let her Enter! The Elf King said,  
but she never moved a step;  
as a statue forevermore she wept;  
responsibility before the schlep...  
 
Thranduil, I caught you twice  
Never shedding tears of mourns  
When an Elve dies, the skies  
fall down, as I'm in incessant agony around the norns.  
 
Forever shaken,  
not in peace for fragment captured;  
They shall awaken...!  
You, unseen, shall live in rapture;  
 
as the songs never soothed the heart;  
nor did they thence craft from crystals jewelry...  
The egregor of Elves shall not depart...  
Elve, don't die on me out of No One's foolery!!!