Gentle grassland stretches wide,
All agriculture richly untainted...

Liberated hooves,
Pound with a driving tempo...

She elegantly sits
atop colorless cushions...

O' Protector of Night
Why hast thee fled...

I am but a subtle winged spirit
crafted by fatherly hands...

Expensive presents wrapped in fabric
Striped candy canes swirling with taste...

Evanescent angels
cradle crescent melodies...

Seconds remain before I shall leave and enter...
I challenge you all to keep this message inside...

I reminisce,
where a bland screen reveals life...

Ebony voices sculpted my hands
until I was clutching cold metal...

He buries her soul
among choleric rosebushes...

For two years I thought I could live
on subtle recognitions...