My absence was a mortifying misfortune, The ponies drew their swords at the amity, The sunset hung close to my crackling toes. And the rings of ardor were a constant reminder of the fall. We know we rise again in the sunrise but the plastic hair gave fraud to wishes we made days before. The soldiers clamped their wings tight The circle had not comprehended the fight we fought for. The context of these misused actions could be used to modify. βPlease come againβ The narrator spoke. We rode the carousel again.