The Forging of the One Ring
Hotter than a dragons fire belching smoke
Death to thee who enter this land of doom.
The searing inferno making noxious gas; makes you choke
All hope is lost yee who set eyes upon this beacon of gloom
The land of no spring and the light pierces no dawn
The crashing and thundering of iron upon gold.
Sparks flying to the deep abyss below ; demons spawn.
Dull gleam of metal , leer'ing at it's fate untold
The odoriferous air stinging the lungs
A nightmarish crimson eye wreathed in flame
Of this many wretched tales have been sung
It's master black, reptilian, menacing leer
A foul master of a even fouler land jeers
