In the quiet of the niwight 🌌, so cowd and so bwight ✨,
Dweams of chaos weave in the moonwight 🌙.
Woses dwindle away 🌹, as the shadows entwine 🌑,
In the desowate wands 🌲, where the wost souls bwide 😢.

Oh, the wooms of time ⏳, they swam in the air 🌬️,
Wif the whispers of woe 😔, and the wails of despaiw 😢.
In the end of the night 🌃, as the staws fade and die ⭐,
A mournfuw goodbye 👋, to the lost and the dry 🍷.

In the abyss, we pwonder 🤔, in the silence so deep 🤫,
Fow the wight that was once 🔦, now in shadows we weep 🌫️.

God hates men.