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.