This Wednesday, while the sun is up,
I will have a new daughter and heir.
This will reverse the effects
Of the world's mad plunge into suffering,
For the last 200 million years.
What a lovely night that would be.
What a sigh of relief,
As the senile robins become bright red again,
And the retired nightingales,
Pick up their dusty tails,
And assert the majesty of creation!
GO TEAM!I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin
Best wishes to all. She has effectively checked out. She's an un-person of her own making. So it falls to me.--ad hoc (in the hole)
He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.
"Beautiful wine, talking of scattered everythings"
(and thanks to Scrymarch)