humble hobbit, gruesome goblin, elegant elf,
and a creature who has nothing to do but relax
is lost in a lonely world with sweet syntax.
A poem to him but not for The Wizard,
who decides to make himself an enduring blizzard.
With this blizzard, metaphoric it may be,
cast it on the creature, did The Wizard, see?
Perhaps you can't see this, but the creature felt it good.
Why he was chosen, was not understood.
The storm took him away from hidey hole,
trapped on a quest with thirteen other souls...
These band of souls
quickly travelled on.
For a dragon must be slain
and a treasure must be won!
saw the dragon, hide then hid.
Young creature was brave and fought the beast,
an army approached from due east.
All was quiet and quite.
It seems young creature had won his fight,
he learnt the value of true friends,
and with lonely living,
There is only lonely end.
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