Such shame when there is loss
either of time or of grain
due to a crescent moss
or the toxicity of the rain.
Drops of different density
destroy the deployed destiny.
Enter the entelequial entity,
exit the existential en-query.
Eventually the Eternal Enmity
explodes in extemporary ecstasy,
defeating the disturbing dynasty
that dwell in dodecahedric dynamic.
But still, there was a loss
and another effort goes down the drain:
and in the pipes now a growing moss
covers up the unused grain.