Sleeping with the Haunted

There are three lands
and all three have holding hands
The hands you see are creatures
And they represent the qualities each land features

The first of these is me
I am human destined to see what others cannot
and sometimes I slip and allow you to see
I allow you to see worlds you ought not.

The second of these is Eyrarendile
He is like my best friend
When he is in this world he is very fragile
He poses as a glass dragon that I must tend

The third of these is my love
He died long ago you see
But he still is as lively as a dove
And I love him and he loves me

I am from the mortal land
Eyrarendile is from the Dragon land
And my love is from the haunted land
We are each a holding hand.

You are probably like all others
to think that I am telling tales
but don't you see that all of us and our mothers
are there for you when everyone else fails

I wish to escape from this place
For all of you form a horrid race
filled with disbelieving
filled with miss trust

You shant find my in this land
Nor in the dragon land
You will find my sleeping with him
In the land where life is very dim

There are three lands
and all three have holding hands
The hands you see are creatures
And they represent the qualities each land features