So many stories written by the mortal soul,
The Gardners truly smitten by the desire to unfold.
A flower blooming. The Oasis.
Attention drawn, recognition sought,
A fallen Spawn, more credits bought.
The Membrane. The moon and sun exchange looks.
Too many misfortunes, mistells, mysteries.
Keeping track of unborn children, lost books of history.
Departure, Return, Retirement, Hold Firm.
Still making interpretations, judgements, sanctifications.
Defile. Offer. Submit.
The Gods rub their chins with envy.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Ero, in the year 368 AF.