Canto IV
Elsewhere Luigi
faces the high cliffs,
Their tow'ring
heights that mesmerize the eyes.
His foes here are
the near-bottomless rifts,
And flying koopas,
soldiers of the skies.
Here Bullet Bills do
fierce the land patrol
Those black, hard
fighters made from tempered steel.
No warmth of feeling
animates their soul.
No softness of the
heart they ever feel.
Here cranes perilous
hang from metal threads,
A tattered ruin of
once great bridges
That soared majestic
over people's heads,
Now but the crudest wreck of devices.
The path is hard,
the trail is endless long.
Not Buzzy Beetles
ripped out of their holes,
Or P'ranha Plants
yanked out and strewn along
The ground know
hopelessness like Weegie knows.
For one brief moment
his spirit him fails
The darkness of
despair enshrouds his heart.
And evil watchers
eye him from low vales
And steal upon him
with deceitful art.
They crowd around
him in a giant swarm
More than he ever
can fight back against.
With leering eyes
and great intent to harm.
Against their vicious charge there's
no defense.
Two hammer brothers
who have thirst for fame
Head the ambush,
planning a hideous doom
For this plumber
whose newly-famous name
Thrills their dark hearts with rewards
soon to come.