Coils writhe, scales clank and clatter
On gem encrusted golden belly
he undulates. Under mountain peak
he makes his darksome home.
His den of evil, once a Dwarven palace.

Mighty is he, the killer of many,
little knowing that his doom nears.
Lying on his hoard, luxuriating.
Unlikely burglar bringing death
in his pocket. Most peculiar, this Hobbit.

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