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