A winter’s tale set in a midsummer night’s dream A play write scripted to the ends of what means All the gold of King John...

Vandalize the vivid voices vanishing with those conceded diamonds Painted benign beyond that flawless Persian moon That which was once scorn by the fire trapped...

Beyond the observed an epidemic plagues the blissful hands of Andromeda The sad sight screening dying stars screaming As supernovas pierce that beautiful moon-lit sky...