Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!