One light moon apparel,
one desperate soul, into the mountain
like a chevron, stood gold.
He made it past, like a
two-legged elephant in cast,
through a pull of mold.
Like black tar, metal sparks
defended no one,
but melt him and his scars in.

One weary traveller,
making his way in, into the mountain

Into one's home,
One desperate soul, stood around
the globe like a bird hit by stone.
He made wise to pass, like a
fish thrown in to swim at last,
through the pool of other's-school.
Like black tar and metal sparks,
he lands below the view,
and everyone looks at him,splattered and eww.