Precious to me
Disclaimer: Bilbo does not belong to me.
I feel it everywhere I go,
This weight around my throat,
The days seem to pass so slow
And even though no one would gloat,
I still wish it had never come to me.
I wish this were not me,
That I was in the shire listening to some old story
Of Bilbo and what he did see,
About how he won some glory
But now I see it has come to me.
I feel the power growing now,
My enemies draw nearer,
I fear I cannot see how
But to me it is getting dearer -
The ring is precious to me!
AN: Please R&R