Ode to the A and A is for Adamantite

Let's listen to the Adamantite who radiates his glow Although he may be riddled with cracks that are deep They never reached the center, they never went that low Instead of tarnishing his worth, they inprove him indeed How even though he is centered in a sunlight room He emanates the most brilliant beams that belittle the sun He becomes the main attraction, a pride and joy to the Louvre All the kings and queens wisheth to bow before number one Look at him go, blowing air in his clarinet Then emitting hurricanes in his bassoon Through hard work and determination, perfection is his intent Those who can't see that have the eyes of a bafoon He can withstand the artic blizzard His heat puts volcanoes to shame In games he may choose to play as a demonic imp wizard It's fun make-believe, no dice role is a projection so who's to blame A man with a big heart but he can't see Thick blood clogs the veins Let it be known, he is appreciated and loved by others like me He is deserving of every ounce of affection he gets, every umbrella in the rain He feels for others and himself that's no shame He is not afraid to show it, to be vulnerable in public If people call him weak to show his insecurities and his shame Than he is the realist man I know, objections, I won't hear any of it He will not fall to the evils that plauge the mind His heart won't allow it, to turn into shameless men They who, so inhumane, scratch others and lick the blood even of their "friends" The A knows better he loves and heals every time No man is perfect that's a given Though he may be niave and his glimmers may hurt the eyes He is never so callous as to enjoy sorrows of those grief stricken He is innocent and talented, A is for Adamantite, the value of gold ten times