Here's something happier for you. smile This one won me a poetry competition. Unbeknownst to me, apparently this poetry style is tough to pull off.

Cold and uninviting is the feeling of death,
Approaching your withering form now
With unimaginable speed and stealth.
Cold and uninviting is the feeling of death,
Claiming your last breath.
And you are thinking how
Cold and uninviting is the feeling of death,
Approaching your withering form now.


House of the Rising Sone
Out in the mid or far field
Dedicated mid-woofers are over-rated