(based on Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken")
Two Rings were forged by ancient hands
And sorry I could not carry both
And be uncorrupted, long did I stand,
And gazed at the One with golden band.
But kept the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was Elven and wanted wear;
Though except for that, when passing there
I could have worn them about the same.
The One Ring tempted with its power,
Glinted in that young, trembling hand,
Whispered I'd need it in coming hour -
My desire to do good and make evil cower.
And both that evening equally lay
With fire, one fair, the other black.
But I spurned the One for a different fray!
Yet knowing how choice leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two Rings diverged by the fire, and I -
I kept the one first entrusted, aye...
And that has made all the difference.
