Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own that many things,
I do not own an elf or tree,
These things that were not meant for me,
I do not own them now, I did not own them then,
Not now, not then not ever again,
I do not own the words I say,
I do not own that much this day,
I do not own my house,
I do not own a mouse,
I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own the rights to anything.

Summary: A poem about Gollum in the HOBBIT not the Lord of the rings.

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In Mountains roots and in dark halls,
The riddler sits beside the falls,
A boat upon a forgotten lake,
An island of the riddler's make,

In shadowed waters he sits alone,
In darkened hall of mighty stone,
A hand drifts on the waters calm,
A fish he catches in his palm,

As dark as darkness, save two bright eyes,
Long ago left the clear blue skies,
He lives now on that darkened lake,
But never a ripple does he make,

Goblin he eats whenever he can,
Or dwarf or elf or even man,
He sits alone in this dark hall,
Waiting for his prey to call,

The riddler sits upon a lake,
A ring he holds of evil make,
All who enter his darkened home,
Shall leave as nothing except bone.

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