ThE LAMENTATION OF SMAUG
Dark is the sky, and dark my heart;
there's darkness everywhere,
as I from robbery vile do smart:
a theft that leaves me bare.
Of that which made me proud bereft,
I have but fire and fury left.
I, dragondom's most puissant boss,
the Lonely Mountain's lord,
have suffered such a grievous loss -
worth more than all my hoard!
My source of pride is gone away,
and I - I simply have to stay.
It was a secret, sly exchange,
made while I was asleep;
and now another mountain range
does thief and booty keep.
I always knew his evil mind,
but this was really too unkind!
Giggling at my predicament,
he left me to my fate.
He planned, and that I most resent,
my present, damn-fool state.
O, scoffing Balrog! You'd be toast
if only I could leave my post.
Some, thinking all revenge is fine,
would flap under the sky
until they come to Moria's mine,
like any butterfly.
But I'm the scion of dragon kings
and simply cannot wear those wings!
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