The path to and fro the castle of gold;
Lies a multitude of beasts as I was told;
Like a snake with red eyes they unfold;
In swarms, they’re made of metallic ore!
With dark rubbery hooves that come in four;
With glass foreheads you can see their core;
With fumes and gases of black that soar;
Anxiously, I held my horse’s orb tight!
I saddled and prepared myself to fight;
The red eyes of torture in my sight;
I can’t move forward, turn left or right;
The beast got me pinned right on my track!
As I waited since I cannot go back;
The mechanical beast halted its attack;
A hundred red eyes staring while the sky was turning black;
I finally accepted defeat as my fight turned into a cul-de-sac!