Hush... Tune your ears to the pen striking parchment, the calligraphic embodiment for whose sake the beholder’s star
Shall combust in an ambivalent land far away.
A lad in his prime, modestly recanting the cost the isolated vassal mound of Uncle Sam, bound only by Poseidon’s flowing chlamys, had to pay to Gaea.

The melodious key of the hummingbird birds from Fort Christiansvaern resonates my clerk’s day away,
Aura’s gentle embrace and Helios’ golden touch amidst the century trees and the waterfront; Such are summer days in winter;
Ay, the salty air and the vibrant, crystal-clear colors of Neptune’s garments are quite entrancing,
On yonder hill, a mongoose chaseth slithering longitudinal demons
Methinks the color of the senepol cattle