The Ring of Power
Her I lie,
In the water, in a cave, in a mantle, on a neck
Waiting.
Vala these stupid mortals cannot begin to comprehend my power,
They sit, they talk, they eat, they walk
All the while my power envelops them like a burial shroud,
Like a vine cutting off the light to a rose.
They will never win,
I am born from vice
You cannot destroy vice
The blood from my master pulses through me
I'll live on long after these peons
They think they can destroy me, a GOD!
Ha!
I laugh at their every effort and make myself more and more of a burden to the one that would destroy me,
As if he could.
I have killed before and I will do so again until I am once again with my master.
They shall fail
They must fail
As we approach the shore I make my move
Taking over and polluting the young and brash Gonderian's min was easy
He causes the little one varying me to flee
I hope they both die.
I try again,
I am getting more and more desperate as we approach the black gate.
My servants will not open the gate but still, not even a ring came be too sure of things now a days.
I must escape now.
I call orcs and whatever else evil lurks within the spider pass
as my most loyal servant guides us there.
Hopefully I will do better than I did in the mines of Moria.
Little did I know how well that would work.
To think I killed Gandalf the Grey by summoning a balrog,
It was certainly more useful than the nine,
You would think 9 former warrior-kings now turned super strong would easily over take a hobbit
Oh so very easily especially with their fell beats of burden
NO!
Stupid wraiths, they shall suffer if I am now found soon
Finally the lady of the 'house' answers my call,
Maybe that worthless Gollum was actually of some use to me.
She bites the one holding me and wraps him up,
Ho hum... just come for me servants!
I am bored here!
Wait! Oh that stupid fat hobbit!