We landed on a distant world
it's not earth, nor Mars, nor Whirl'd.
Cradle we called it, holder of new;
On surface we saw dangers, a few.

We could only say, once under,
that our efforts were but a blunder.
This happiness we found
could render us all disaster-bound.

First we found angry builders,
attracted to all that glitters.
With wrenches they fought
and robots, which burned and shocked, they brought.

Their minions, the robots, blasted and shot
to the point our fighters, fight could not.
They clinked and clanked all their way
but finally we stopped them and they shoo'd away.

Later we found what could be food
only to notice, they're aliens, all goo'd.
The swished and sloshed their bodies around
to fight and move- doesn't matter, they're on the ground.

We haven't met anything like these strange beasts
they angry, yet cute, but looked at us as feasts.
They bit and fought to chase us out
of their dark, roarsterous dugout.

Then we found enemies and undead, 'didn't know which
yet with shadow and stapler, they were disaster-rich.
We ran and ran from their devilish faces
as they came from graves and underground places.

So we learned that there are enemies a ton
so we built weapons like Brandish, Magnus, and Graviton.
Yet unprepared we were for the shadow below,
a darkness today we barely know.