Some call it a blessing

Others call it a burden

Some think it's there to help

The rest aren't for certain

Only the ones who have carried it

On journeys far and wide

Know how it can possess you

And mess with your insides

The one thing that seemed important

Was that it should be kept from the Eye

At least to the Hobbit who had it

Knew otherwise the world would die

Though some struggles passed him by

He had little doubt

Though he came close to becoming a Raith

In the end it worked out

True, he couldn't go back to the good days

After the Ring was in the fire

He had to sail away

And not live in the Shire