In a town whose name I can't recall, the forest's watchful gaze—remember? we zipped across the snowy fields and built icons of youthful bliss. How long has it been since, O' Frosty? Those endless halcyon days we shared have begun to drip into the Styx! I didn't wish to see you go. Will you keep your deathless promise? I've not forgotten mine either. "Swing by the glade, behind the trees— the grass could use another friend." Nature's hands then took these words, Sung only by the fleeting wind. It crossed the barren concrete field— past the dead glade—past the rotted stumps— ...And flew up into the smog-sky! Parting sinful flatulence! Nimbus wept her naked tears— Due cause, the neglected roots stir. His exile null, that old silk hat. Not now, but soon; a world to last.