The Siren Sergeant -

One day while marching on the road to madness I fell in love with a woman known as sadness, she rode up on the shore glazed in sapphire honey, knowing no mercy slapping the land, forgiveness in her thought, studed destruction in her hand, our wit and sheilds calashing, the battle a draw - together - we as one collapsing to the sand, we engaged in hot behavior but the game was always in her favor - J.A.B. %