Sain wanting to touch and feel,
Sean wanting to see and hear,
Their motive was always to be near.

They were nicely folded in the hay.
A multipurpose unit in sainthood,
The séance of color and should.

Across their time was Andrew.
Andrew helped Sain and Sean, true,
And guided them into dreams blue.

They danced in the river with Denis.
Another saga between the hew.
Beneath the stars displayed new.

Be divine bee waxing in the nard.
Opposite the zenith in Elmo’s lard,
Warrick and weirs to catch retard.

Sain was always on fire, and a liar.
Sean would say, “Just let go, free her”.
Rats in the subway, cooked sojourn.

Andrew checked the lock on his side.
Denis was loose for their dispersal hides.
And many quads, disciples, and particles.

Time did not care, whether tight or lair.
Hell was below, tied straight to the snow,
X-mas in Demeter, zero four.

This is your last chance time, do you dare?
How did they come in the year 2525 to be aware?