Once Upon A Time, In An Alternate Reality, On A Icy Desolate Crescent Island of Deception, South Of North Antarctica’s Rotalia, 
In Thoughts Of Memento Mori, A Cliff-Side Male Stands Contemplating His Melancholia, His Mind In A Shadowed Shallows, A Deluge Of Deep Distressing. Is He Trite To Be There Standing So Alone So Confessing? In Its Sad Cage Of Sinew, Blood And Bone, What Unbearable Cold Bears A Heart Alone. Throbbing Its Beat, Where No One Hears. In The Inclement Cold, Of Colder Tears. Mid Unsmiling Faces Of Vacant Stares, A Cadge Is Love When No One Cares. Cracked Injured Splines Of Splintered Tines. In Its Indigene Ache, This Heartache’s Hurting Reminds, It Always Re-Breaks At The Worst Of Times!