Some words, false and true,
Listen, my friend, and hear me through:

East, lies a kingdom black,
Lakes of tar, trees of fire,
Dusk forever drawing nigh and nigher,
Until time itself leaps shaking back.

Fear is not a terrible thing.
Avoiding pain is our blinding goal.
But we fear not what strikes our soul,
But critters that scratch and sting.

Trek towards that castle far beyond sight,
Beyond mountains, beyond air,
Beyond space, beyond here;
And there - there you will find your light.

Animals, plants, and humans alike-
Vanquished by the distant dark lord;
Pick up your armor, your boots, your sword,
And I'll wish you luck, my dear friend, Ike.