Gollum and the Ring
In the most deep and grim parts of the Misty Mountains,
There lies a creature hidden behind shadows of his greed and deceit,
Sitting in a dark corner, covered in slime an muck,
In his hand he holds his master,
His king,
His power,
His precious.
As he holds the ring of power in his cold hands,
It gleams a mocking glow,
In his heart he feels a strong hatred for it and a deep longing to be rid of it,
But, yet, this he could never do,
For he has a love for the ring, a passion,
That drives him to live each day,
For the ring is his life,
And his precious.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gollum or the ring. These belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
In the most deep and grim parts of the Misty Mountains,
There lies a creature hidden behind shadows of his greed and deceit,
Sitting in a dark corner, covered in slime an muck,
In his hand he holds his master,
His king,
His power,
His precious.
As he holds the ring of power in his cold hands,
It gleams a mocking glow,
In his heart he feels a strong hatred for it and a deep longing to be rid of it,
But, yet, this he could never do,
For he has a love for the ring, a passion,
That drives him to live each day,
For the ring is his life,
And his precious.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gollum or the ring. These belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
