Red Lamp of Slow Willed Souls

Moths flared up when lamp took life.
Made from the encompassed cries of the couped heads.
From the mare of mercy, land on land, fight near that grave
The lamp was the only one left after the mourners departed
and the sounds of the moons the lamp took (with the moths)
to rile its slow life started the lamp with its awful face
picked up the skulls one by one and brought each to various homes.
Beside which, barn animals were used to the skulls,
the neck as blood pilling thrones.
The skulls were famished for a setting where they might see and ride,
but the lamp was a slow willed one and a bad judge too...
and the grin and cap pointed to the upside (because they had old eyes)