>As the Sun sets with the passage of time,
>And the Moon waxes per course Sibylline,
>Here you sit, waiting for words coloured lime,
>To regale you a wonderful story.
 
>When the star's orbits all intertwine,
>And the world's core bits stop on a dime,
>Just to hear solely the start of a rhyme,
>That tells you some wonderful story.
 
>Don't you think now, with the timing so keen,
>You could write now, and have it be seen,
>Just to see how a tale could have been,
>If you showed us a wonderful story?
 
>The stage set for works unbeknown,
>With blood, sweat, and tears of our own,
>Could use, yet, ten more finger-bones
>At work on a wonderful story.
 
>Take a page, keys, and about half a clue,
>Of your aged needs for a greentext or two,
>Just a post, please, hand-crafted by you,
>And give us that wonderful story.
 
>Eras are passing each turn of the page,
>So pick up a pen be you student or sage,
>There's a spot waiting for you on top of the stage,
>Deliver that dam fucking story!