_Bon Vivant_

Remember remember
The end of december.
The time we came,
A quick to shame.
A powerful bust,
To a burst in flames.
Of when the sparrow speaks.
Of times we narrow deeds.
To ones we then shy pray.
To crave for nothing gray.
And then she rose anew.
Though her core had dozen truth.
And hence the day shall come,
when men would cumber womb.
Henceforth the nature that brings,
Shall bring the glorious tomb.