Backwards effort with forward motion, The wrong way traveled, reverse coasting. Mixed with the lean, an anti gravity potion? Armstrong and Jackson, smooth as lotion. First four a dark look up. Last four you best look down. Together it’s not so easy for me, My feet always stick to the ground.

In Pandora's box, all evils were freed, but one thing stayed behind, lighting the way through darkness, a beacon unseen yet felt by hearts in despair.

Wooden in construction, and repellent to all evils in general, The fancy ones cost a ton, thought to repel all things spectral.

It's first two, can call Paul Simon It's final two, not I, not myself but the end of some Taken as a whole Lead to gold transformation A Philosopher's Stone to some

Before iron ruled and steel took hold, I forged the weapons heroes sold. The age of man once spoke my name, what am I, of ancient fame?