As the moon shines bright,
On a cold every night,
Jackson stands still,
And his body starts to chill,
He wonders where to go,
As he scrambles through the snow,
Trying to find his way,
The darkness turns to day.
The orb is what he aims to seek,
But the chances of success seem bleak,
The trail goes on for what seems forever,
All made worse by the monstrous weather.
Finally the orb is in sight,
Adrenaline pumps, it’s fight or flight,
He’s got it ! He’s found it! His search is over,
Excitement peaks as he gets closer and closer.
(Written and then typed by Kaysn.)