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The Rings of Power
A Poem by Sebastian Velasco Diaz
This is a story you oughta hear
About the doom and setbacks of manpower
So, gather round and you shall hear
The tale of the Great Rings of Power
They were forged in a volcano by Elven smiths
Their healing powers seemed almost like a myth
And everything just seemed to fit
The Elves kept three of them
Planned to use them to heal the scars of mayhem
Seven were given to the Dwarves of the Mountain Halls
The great craftsmen who forged metal and peeped holes
And nine Rings were given to the Kings of Men
Bound to corruption, they weren’t so gruesome back then
The owners of the Rings were bound to their strength
And achieved power and might beyond length
But they were inherently driven to their doom
For a new ring was crafted in a wasteland of doom
Sauron was the Dark Lord, the Necromancer, the Lord of Darkness
Surrounded by ash and dust and blackness
A molten armor and a twisted heart
Had them on his sights like the dartboard and the dart
One by one they fell to his dominion
He bound them to the darkness regardless of their opinion
Heroes would come and heroes would fall
Under the power of the one to rule them all
Every hero who stepped through the mountain, he brought them down
Held tight to them like a jewel on his crown
The Last Alliance a final hope provided
In Mount Doom the fate of the world was to be decided
Royal blood was spilt that night
The two sides provided a good fight
Isildur the Great made use of his sword
But at the time given he didn’t keep his word
The Ring was lost for the centuries to come
But he still saw himself attached to his mom
And just when the Ring erased all his traces
He was found by the most unusual of the faces
What does the future say? What does the future hold?
The Ring can only be destroyed by a heart so bold
Willing to undertake the journey that’s dire
The journey towards the evil wasteland of fire
Special thanks to J.R.R. Tolkien for creating a great universe, and to Peter Jackson for bringing it onto the big screen.