A birthday present deadly, a treasure most precious, An unlikely find in a dark, misty crevice. It binds without chains, draws all things round, Destined to rule, it wants to be found.

Born in eighties and still captivated your mind, Birthed a legend who jumped and climbed, Ladders and barrels were my tools, Rescuing damsel was for fools.

Once worshipped as A God. We don't care if you just give us a nod. We want love on our own time. Don't go to the bathroom alone. Don't be late for dinner time.

I collect all around, pieces of a time gone past, Many tools exist to remove me, More of me will ever come

I am related to monuments, but I am not symbolic. People often feel fear with me.