Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Lord of the Rings.
Creeping Shadow
Creeping shadow,
Skulking creature,
A liar, a thief, a murderer,
That is what they call him,
Killed his friend for a golden ring,
Ran away when the deed was done,
Hid in the mountains,
For 500 years of darkness and gloom,
His eyes grew big,
His skin grew pale,
Forgot the taste of bread,
Knew only fish, goblins, and of course,
His Precious, the ring,
That drove him mad,
Drowned his mind in evil,
And became his other self,
But then a Hobbit, lost and alone,
Separated from his friends,
Stumbled upon the lake,
Where Gollum made his home,
In exchange for the way out of the mountain,
He bet his life on a contest of riddles,
And won, and stole the Precious,
Followed Gollum, invisible, to the exit,
And got away,
Now Gollum, mad with hate,
Searches for his Precious,
Tortured in Mordor,
Captured by a Ranger,
And held prisoner by the Elves,
Yet escaped from all,
And still he wants it,
Ever searching for it,
His beautiful Precious.