Tail twisting
Temper ever shifting
The great worm stirring
The dwarves ever daring
Sending Bilbo down the path
To face the dragon's petty wrath.
Light glinting on metal
Not a pan, nor a kettle
Could shine so bright
Yet none were right
To Bilbo's eyes, home was still the prize.
He crept further more
To a place with no door
Where the fearsome Smaug lay
For many a night and day.
So bloated was the worm
His head he could barely turn
To seek out the intruder
Who so craftily had eluded
The dragon's watchful eye
Not detecting the spy
Invisible thief
Stirred not a leaf
No breath was heard
Not a sound from a bird
The world marched on above
But for Smaug there was no lost love
His den was snug
As a bug in a rug
Too lazy to feel
The threat looming real
Of death and doom
Before the next full moon
So complacent was he
He never could see
That the end was near
Heralded by the visitor he did not fear.
The dragon charm almost blinded
Bilbo's wits, nearly left behind him
Back to the route he stumbled
At the dragon's mirth rumbled
Word play was finished
The thief's safety diminished
But Smaug laughed too soon
Knowing nothing of the runes
For they were the key
To the end of his destiny.
