A barrage of laughter together
could make the entire world forgive,
a plethora replete with enology, alas
Her last call of opus, starlike
where kingdom was golden, though
she waxed true, when her heart was thunder,
and said her message would only engender
seldom seen or heard rites now expedience that her wealth justly encountered autumnal equinox render such brilliance
huddled only in range and moon here tonight.