Another Way Round

[The Saucepan Man]

Ace.

Logic rotted my sprightly head
Which underground was lucky to remain;
But back I ambled, weak with feet of lead,
To cower from shadows darkening.
Avoiding tangled mountains o’er Goblin caves
He approached heavily with clumsy head,
But stayed to keep me company yet to remain
Oblivious to the uproarious peaks.