Kilimanjaro

His rite,

Pulling himself to the height

So he could see the sight

That left so many in fright. 

But, it was the slight

Movement towards the light

That turned his rite to shite.

Wedged within boulders so tight

Breathing became a fight.

He struggled with his might,

But the boulder on the right

Refused to help his plight.

He would have no limelight.

He wouldn't make it to midnight.

Juliet thought he'd be alright,

Despite not being very bright.

Now, in an unknown site,

He understands the night.