arriving at the elevens
eyes focused up high
jovial in our circle

bundled up nice and tight
cocoa topped with marshmallow
coffee top of whipped cream

ordered chaos takes flight
red, blue, green and yellow
in our eyes the gleam

siren sent up to the heavens
dome of colour floating in the sky
raining down in sparkle

as the end draws near, the smite
the crowd's strong bellow
claps signal the end of stream

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 702 AF.