One Ring

- Shelob

Fiery words on a golden ring,
Such a pretty little thing.
Language of Mordor,
Dreaded black speech,
Cast into the fire, hot,
Yet cool to the touch.
A magic ring,
Such a pretty little thing.
To men's hearts,
An evil malice bring.
No, I will not destroy,
This beautiful ring,
Such a pretty little thing.
Tho' it may cause
My life to end,
Orc arrows, pierce my skin.
Fiery words on a golden ring,
Such a pretty little thing.
Down, down,
A watery grave,
Too late,
My life to save.
I should have listened,
To Lord Elrond's advice.
Mind desired, gold that glistened,
Now, I lie, as cold as ice.
Circle gone from my hand,
Language of Mordor,
On the band.
Fiery words on a golden ring
Such a pretty little thing.