Kay-Noire

(German original first, English below) Wach du süßer Duft, wie selig doch die Wut. Betörend küsst der Liebe ewige Glut. Kunst und Spiel, Mund und Lippe verlieren ihr zartes Gut. (English 'translation') Wake up, you sweet scent, how blissful wrath is. Tantalizingly, love's eternal embers kiss. Art and gamble, mouth and lip lose their tender good.

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after unicorns because you'll only end up with a ice cream in your elbow." I never quite understood his advice until one Thanksgiving, I was gardening with my best friend Noelle. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was sour and spooky sounds came from deep within. Noelle saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!