Scorn memory of the Hallowed Day
When under company of friends
Stolen a leaf from the frozen tree
And taken in your own attend.

However, nigh far nor long you rested
Until were you wrongfully contested
For such display of lecherous feelings
Unto a heart of another beating.

Struck down, but still noble and undefeated
Gathered your courage but strength depleted
And still even later, hunger for the sea you feel
Cries for more: "Oh god, the craving is real!"

The words you have spoken bring joy to us all
Despite spoken unknown in the intoxicate sprawl.