Gold and the future of men
The ring was forged many millennia ago
It was worn by our newest great foe
He was lesser than his master
The one who came before
Brave Isildur cut it from monstrous hand
Using his father's sword to free the treacherous golden band
It was then that it tempted him
Lured in the human to take it for his own
Master Elrond guided him to up the dangerous path to the mountain of fire
And there that Isildur gave in to desire
He turned from the lava and made his way home
To the harsh northern lands where he died
And now thousands of years on a fellowship must leave
To right the wrongs of the past and to grieve
Many may die for the cause
By the elves are leaving and we must place our hope in men again.