The Lonely Mountain’s Call

In the fiery depths where darkness breeds,

Smaug the dragon, consumed by his needs.

A creature of greed, with eyes ablaze,

His heart entwined in a golden maze.

In the Lonely Mountain, his kingdom so vast,

He guards his treasure, the shadows cast.

Obsessed with wealth, his soul is confined,

Madness consumes, love of gold entwined.

Like molten lava, his fiery breath,

He terrorizes all, inviting death.

With scales of iron, a mighty force,

Smaug's roar echoes, a haunting discourse.

But within the depths of his heart's desire,

Lies a longing, a flicker of fire.

For the Lonely Mountain, a symbol of power,

Calls to the dragon, hour after hour.

Yet the mountain's meaning, oh so deep,

For dwarves who seek to reclaim and keep.

A homeland lost, a legacy torn,

The Lonely Mountain, where hope is reborn.

A clash of fates, of dragon and kin,

As Smaug's madness and greed wears thin.

For the dwarves, a quest, their hearts aflame,

To reclaim their home, to stake their claim.

The Lonely Mountain, a battleground of old,

Where destinies intertwine, tales unfold.

Smaug's love for gold, a fatal flaw,

As the dwarves march on, their courage raw.

In the clash of scales and shining swords,

A battle rages, the clash of worlds.

For Smaug, the dragon, his reign must end,

His madness curtailed, his fire to suspend.

And as the Lonely Mountain's fate unfurls,

A tale of redemption, of kingdoms in twirls.

For the dragon's greed, a high price paid,

And the dwarves reclaim what was once betrayed.

As silence descends on The Lonely Mountain, where hope transcends.

For Smaug, the dragon, a lonely fate,

A tragic end to a love turned to hate.

The gold remains, a reminder of loss,

The cost of greed, a bitter gloss.

And the dwarves stand tall, their legacy reclaimed,

The Lonely Mountain, forever unnamed.

In the echoes of history, a lesson is learned,

Of love and greed, how fortunes are turned.

The Lonely Mountain, a symbol of strife,

Where dragons fall and hope springs to life.