Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,*
Delve deep into the story hidden in the pages,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,*
Let the words caress you with longing,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,*
Smell the sweet fragrance of long dried ink,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne*
And feel the warmth of the story.
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.*
The yellowing crinkled paper is your earth,
One Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them.*
The reader is your life blood,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them*
The flipping of pages, the air you breathe,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.*
And the quest is your lost love.
*From J.R.R. Tolkien's “Lord of The Rings”
