Landing of the Brave

By days intensely bright, the sun blinks twice The nights so cold your eyeballs instant freeze Yet upper atmospheric views entice You dare to brave the ice-whipped, hostile breeze When you look down, the ground's pockmarked with holes And toxic gases float about your nose The sun's gone down, and then your terror grows Just where you stand, you'll not precisely know On shaky surface, bare and barren rock A baby step, you're hurtling through the air You've leaped one hundred meters! Now take stock The landscape here a Super-Man would scare A lunar landing's not for faint-of-heart Just one misstep can rip your frame apart