Smeagol Sings
I trampled bright days
and smelled my flowers
like any other hobie
til the day my cousin
found the reed roots
daring me to strike him!
Pike him right
between the eyes I did.
Spit my spite
as well you might
hate the light
remembering.
Smeagol smiled at jokes and fooling
jests and races kept me breathing
sun was warm and good
sleep came after food
now my eyes are bright
hate the light
spit my spite
as well you might
if golden ring ensnared you.
First it took me deep inside
to hide beside the fishy pool
for untold years I lost my count
my body was a hidden safe
the treasure eating me alive
I shrank and shrunk
and faded fast and slow
I came to know
the ways of rocks
I bided time and time was lost
until that day that wicked day
the scheming hobbit took my prize.
Stolen lost my precious gone
I braved the moon I saw the sun
once more I withered as a weed
shrank my skin and ate red meat
my fishy sleep was stolen sharp
that hobbit woke me from my death
and death he brought as caught I was
the ring had gathered all and me
and set in motion, all was free
the ring, the war, here was my chance
my shriveled squeaking lurid dance
my mad dash for ring power.
Caught not once but twice good/evil
had their chance with Gollum's secrets
twice not once I made my way
out of their arms to my last stand.
Blasted bittered fried by evil eye
squeezed by spider's monstrous web
cowered by the big ones
shunned by small, Smeagol finds at last
a bit of singing in the soft tone
of a hobbit kind and true
yet he was the thief's heir
in the end my tale came true
Precious sings my song in hell.