So small a thing
Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost
Then found by one who would not know its worth.
A bauble, to be fondled and admired
Then polished up and placed upon a shelf.
A small thing, a ring
A thing that may be overlooked with time.
Forgotten, hidden in the dust
To never rest around a finger worn
With good intent but darkened heart.
A little thing, this ring
That calls out to the very soul
Of any weak enough to bend their will
And bring it to the one who formed its shape
And damn all those who stand against its pull.
So small a thing, one ring
To break and bind and rule over them all
When darkness overcomes and light has failed
And man has given up his will to fight
Its golden glory, blinding heart and mind
Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost
Then found by one who does not know its worth.