The Ring's Saga
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

His coals are hot and
the billows draw air.
The fiery forge fills
deep dark in his lair.
He calls out each morn
he seeks what was lost.
The ring of his king
no matter the cost.
A thief in the darkness
like shadows and mist.
A life that's now forfeit
to cease and desist.
Like a rat in the cellar
he scurries and hides.
We set sail to the west
awaiting high tides.
His sails hold the winds
that give him great pace.
He just doesn't realize
our fates interlace.
On the horizon he sits
two moons lay ahead.
Our ship is much faster
my sword dreamt he bled.
Imbued with the magic
from a fire sent to earth.
In his ashes filled with ire
a creation grants it's birth.
At last the seas call us over
the waves call out his name.
Laying siege upon his vessel
for our honor we now reclaim.
My steel dost thirst for blood
his flesh my blade did pierce.
The ring now once again
emplaced embodied and fierce.