O! Forlorn child, know thy existence
Be like stone,
unmoved, cold and too slow to temptation,
must excel the unfair tyranny of blue Orion.
Thou must welcome winter in your heart,
to forever confound the beauty,
replace the lovely gaze with barrenness of feelings,
imprisoned your desire in liquid hourglass,
let NIKE's the Goddess of Victory,
honor the epilogue of your heart,
and crown you with a sweet flower,
who only lust after the sweet leaves.