Protected from a vest of Mithril, glowing sword warns of orcs so close to you, Sting’ in the hand of a brave warrior to slice the few, never before had a hobbit oh’ so brave, taken a ring of power to rule the slave
a screaming menace grasps the precious so tight
until lost in the mountain on one dark night.
The ring called the bearer in need to be free
it chose its host wisely for a greater need
a master is calling for the power to feed
One ring to rule all; the masters greed
he will look everywhere with his wandering eye
he will send kings thus slaves across the sky
on land to find the ring for the power is nye.
he feels it and sees it, the hobbit is close
the one true precious he desires the most.
a goblin or dwarf or twisted from the shire
Sméagol’ called to him other self G-G-Gollum
whichever his loss his precious is stolen!
to follow and have at the end of day, to be with the precious for there is no other way.
He hates the baggings the conniving thief
will strangle and grab the hobbitsies’
dragons breath and fire of gold
accompanied few with adventures told
desire to sneak fore-warned a thief
Bilbo Baggins, master mischievousness
takes the precious and gambles stone
gives up the portion that belonged to him
Thorin Dwarf, king under the mountain
angered to hurt beyond belief
receives a blow, the dragon gone; overthrown
killed with the black arrow pierced on the patch
he once and for all had met his match
this story ends for now ere’ is born
the future belongs in another mighty yet small.
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