Imagine if a ring of gold

Could spin spells and tricks a hundredfold,

Starting in a forge of fire

Tainted by one’s great desire.

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Tumbling paths fraught with greed

Are numerous in the ones to read;

Fallen masters, tales of woe

Follow this ring wherever it goes,

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Landing in the hand of one

Who crawls in caves to avoid the sun.

Driven mad by purest power,

Talking with himself at every hour

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A two-faced creature now is he,

Never knowing which one to see.

He keeps his precious close at hand

Until a riddler crosses the land.

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A change of master for the ring,

Wait to see what he shall bring.

Can power and greed overtake his mind?

Or destruction of gold will we find?

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The tale goes on for many years;

Perhaps the answer is one of the fears.

Everything stemmed from this circle of gold;

At least, that’s how the story is told…