There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside, the moon glimmering on its face like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world, Just sitting there casually, not seeming lost even though I feel it is, Staring into the slow flowing water with a wry smile on its face and feet dangling in the cool water playfully…

I shall never accept defeat

End of the line, such as bestowed unto me, hearkens the dying sense, flamboyantly parading with a bloody scythe, glimmering in the afterglow, of Hades’ hellish retreat, still I advance my trade, defying the imminent, and anticipated grief, It fuels to further my cause, hinders me not, these notions, crumble not my creed, and I…