There were strange things made by the elves who played
at the jeweller's craft (we're told)
Celebrimbor's art set fire in the heart of many a band
of gold
The Silmaril of Earendil has shone through many a pall
But none so vast as the shadow cast by the Ring to Rule
Them All.
Now Sauron the Great had a heart full of hate, if a
heart he had ever at all
So the Azh Nazg he made, and the rings he bade to come
to the One Ring's call
And the Seven and Nine soon were toeing the line, and
their holders' hearts his for the taking
But the Three were kept hid from the Eye without Lid,
for in these he had none of the making
Well a Ruling Ring is a baneful thing when hewn from
its master's hand
It betrayed Isildur, and Gollum the Stoor (who could
not resist its command)
So it came on a time, through riddles in rhyme, to Baggins,
of Bag End, the Shire
There settling in, it stretched him all thin, and made
him a bit of a liar