Slaying dragons,
I'm Billbo Baggins,
Walking in the shadows with dwarfs,
I'm not much taller of course,
Armed with a ring and a dagger,
My precious investment's a matter,
Of addiction and internal confliction,
This vice so nice,
I'll gladly endure this pain,
For an ounce of pleasure so my beast remains tame,
But others feel the draw and seek to claim,
Your power too,
So what should I do?
Disappear and let my fear drive me insane?