My friend, Enn, he has sinned,
Indeed, as we descend into this
madness and mead fueled reverie
I'll give a short hiss, to Enn

He had a plan, and a ransom demand
For friendship with Song, us all to
Simply get along, we fought, I died
And though I tried, to demand, he won

To be fair, and really I'm not not quite
all there, with a dead eyed stare, Enn's
plan really sounds quite grand, Song Scattered
A fantastic demand. We'll see about peace when
my piece of self is in my hands, that's not quite
a demand. I supposed this is it, though,

And I give in, I need those memories, the are lewd
and crude, and rude, just like myself, having not much
experience.

Thank you Enn, for the inspiration, this plan of your
to piece together peace, sounds like an interesting affair.
Even if the details aren't quite there.