Beneath a hill
A small hobbit resided
In solitary until
A wizard guided
13 dwarves arrived
A dragon looming
Their gold deprived
Their hope blooming
To the mountain lurking
Numerous obstacles faced
Never from the trail shirking
Through elves and trolls
Goblins and cells
Always striving to their goals
Through a door sealed with spells
A golden cup cradled dear
A celebration
Victory so near
The delegation unbeknownst
That the dragon had gone
In their gold engrossed
One final arrow drawn
A dragon slain
The town freed
The dragon’s bane
The great archer’s deed
Had established peace
The six armies hate
Shan’t cease
Until the dwarves had met their fate
They gathered together
And battled the dwarves
But the hobbit was clever
And the war was won, peace conserved
The story complete
The ending near
The feat of war and dragons
Sadly this is where we must part I fear