Concerning the Hobbit who faced the Dragon

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The tide was high it reached for sky
The waves charged in upon the shore
They swept and crept beneath the sand
The sea stared back to ruin the land

The thief of stealth was lost in wealth
He had in mind a stone to find
To search the stone he slid more deep
Only to wake a dragon asleep

The silence broke and from slumber it woke
The time had come for the long sleep to end
The earth shook beneath when dragon took a breath
It breathed out fire and then came out smoke

It found the thief who had a promise to keep
When he realized his folly he tried to hide
But dragon’s sense more powerful than any fence
It caught the thief before he could leap

The thief tiny and small, the dragon mighty and tall
It was no match; Dragon had found its catch
He stood aghast he was found at last
He closed his eyes to feel the fiery blast

The dragon stood in a magnanimous stance
The Hobbit knew he had no chance
To find the stone that shone star light
He now had a mighty beast to fight

He did possess a magical ring
The shield of invisibility was upon him
He swiftly moved across the hall of gold
To find the stone that dwarves had told

The dragon’s fury scorched the hall
To escape this wrath the thief raced to wall
The gold began melting and it started to flow
And then saw thief among the gold a distinct glow

The Arkenstone, now brightly shone
The Arkenstone, now finally found
The gem of old, the stone of past
It’s starlight within will forever last

~Surya
A tribute to Tolkien

This poem is inspired by one of my favorite and special Tolkien's work - "Far Over Misty Mountains Cold"
You can read more about the poem in the hyper link -- Tolkien's Poem- Far over the Misty Mountains_Cold

Bilbo Baggins - The Hobbit is an important part of the journey that the Dwarfs undertake to reclaim their Kingdom under the lonely mountain. I was inspired by the Tolkien's poem and worked around to insert an addendum from my side as a tribute to the author. This is truly a work of inspiration.

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