“Poetry nineth turn of the sun

Shall one soul run to the river

Their eyes exuberant but as they are deceitful

Thou shalt drink from the river of the glorious nine hues

And shalt turn to an cryptid anew

Anew will be your mortal state

And shall thou place the heavy onus upon my shoulders shall I never be the girl I used to be

Thy shalt be singing to a grave upon the ninety turn of the sun

And I’m about to beg thou please

On my hands and knees

Please don’t be the burden that you’d oughta be