In an age back when knowledge was just -“Take a stick and know which end to thrust” -Those with arcane insight -Might a new path ignite -Though be careful, your cloak might combust.
In a battle, your shield's your best friend -While your other friends may meet their end -In an effort to rally -You can stock up the tally -Make a cloak of knight's gear to defend
Hunched up studying all day is a bore -Wand'ring thoughts bringing penchant to soar -Though loyal wizard's pet -After this, might not let -You use him like a cloak anymore
'Fore the masses, the King doth stand -With regal staff of caste at hand -No, your eyes don't deceive -Every soul must believe -It's the cloak that does make up the man
Out by the bog where the frogs croak -You could come across layers of smoke -It's best to keep moving -'Fore you're rapt by the soothing -Clouds of fog that make up the crone's cloak
Lost in carefully engineered ports -And the cables and other such sorts -Maybe shunned by your peers -They're not quite engineers -Craft a cloak for some solid supports
In the scrap for riches grandiose -The gap 'tween parties is not even close -Why waste time with mercy -Ignore controversy -The true worth of a cloak is its gross
In the face of the serpentine judge -It'd be best not to whine or begrudge -While not brimming with fairness -Have some courtroom awareness -When scaled cloak gives the scales a nudge
Each fine stitch, each carefully picked hue -Can be difficult to keep bright and true -All the effort of sewing -Is hard work to keep showing -Through cloak of real pet's residue
Up atop the abandoned rampart -From that tower the figure can't part -But the stone is a home -Not entirely alone -As nature's cloak remains close at heart
'Top the peak, the giant doth rest -Wond'ring if one could be too unstressed -When along answer came -By way of loon on crane -Keeping cloaked up all cozy was best
Average men walk their lives in their paces -Scutt'ling off through their little rat races -Oh what fools, says the man -Who's looked 'pon the plan -Cloaked behind endless intrigue like laces
Scrap heap rumm’ging's a hobby that's blameless -If you're scrappy and probably shameless -You'll get swept from the heap -Without pride still to keep -And the cloak you're left's nothing like stainless
Occasionally, some night creatures dare -To spend beach time without the sun's glare -Best set an alarm -To avoid any harm -From sun's cloak sizz'ling medium rare
In the face of an appalling history -The descendants conceived a sophistry -The paintings defaced -The ill omen erased -That cursed cloak, now a torn away mystery
For those chemists some might call unhinged -Their experiments quite usually fringed -Those who want to make potions -Might best stock up on lotions -Even cloaked up you'll likely get singed
They say the hands are most human things -Dex'trous digits doth invention brings -Yet they also divulge -Want to overindulge -Multitasking's a cloak, and it clings
Out adrift past the reach of the station -Far beyond human quarrels or nation -How the world does look small -Looking back at at it all -Coddled up in cloak of constellation
Delving down, drifting dingy, damp, deep -Darkness dwells, sightless silhouettes sleep -Slinking slow through the tide -Tingling touch stroking side -Sensing somewhere, cloaked coveters creep
Hey good sir, you should take my advice! -Do you think that your wardrobe needs spice? -Oh, come here through the alley -I could fit ya up, pally -For a cloak at a reasonable price!
When comparing the dark to the light -You see opposites, in day or night -Yet the balance is seen -Always shining between -Darkened cloak and its origin bright
As chimera lay, recently slain -Maiden pure saught to lessen the pain -The root of the mythos -Emblazoned 'pon pithos -Forever encloaked they remain
From a long way away came a chap -Seeking fun to unroll from a wrap -Though a carpet purist -Might as well help a tourist -You'll go far while encloaked in a map
In each mindset, there are thoughts respective -To see the world as if 'twas objective -Yet in windings of maze -All thoughts fall into haze -As you're lost in the cloak of perspective
As little kids are likely to be -Lots of fun can be had from a tree -Even if pulverized -The result is well-prized -Cloaked in paper, ideas can run free
As shield charged castle in offense -The defender mulled on the pretense -Seemed a wee bit perverse -As the roles were reverse -Now the weapon cloaked's one's on defense
Under shed fur and fabric below -Patient threading and punctures echo -Left a doll unadorned -It still quietly mourned -That its cloak skills were only sew-sew
Each person's life must come to an end -From their loved ones the soul does rend -As they pass down below -Visiting shadows grow -Cloaking presence of one final friend
From the deep swamp, all forms of life bloom -Under cover of thick fog and gloom -Separate from plant or beast -Once their spores are released -Now a cloaking cushion born of fume
Spread adorned with the pride of the nation -Rev'ling shamelessly for acclamation -Audience captivated -Bystanders waiting baited -Feeding into the cloak's reputation
The last ling’ring cloak is released! -Every cloth flowing, every fold creased -Above impassive eyes -It ascends to the skies -As the final cloaks spirit is ceased