Gollum's Despair
Alone we sits, upon the stone,
In this little hole that is mine,
We sits here mourning what was our own,
Taken by treacherous crime.
The nasty Bagginses took it from us,
And now the time has come,
We still can travel at night my Precious,
Though we canst abide the sun.
Through Laketown we went searching,
The ruins of Smaug's demise,
We searched the mountain and Dale also,
Looking for our prize.
We heard of Shire also,
And wished to go there next,
But His voice then didst call us
We felt like we was hexed.
He captured us my Precious,
Upon the Gates of Mordor,
After much trouble we will escape,
Through Her own tricksy border.