I heard Happiness had died and I went looking for its corpse
When I found her; she had already been desecrated by sages
Who were extracting their tequila worms from her rotting flesh.
She had been buried not too deep and not too far from my abode
Even had a gravestone, underneath her head... a resting pillow
As the sages turned her 'round, I could see on it, the clear drawings of her fate
"Here I laid resting and hopeful, that your kin will come embrace me
Before I could count the time's end, underneath our playing grounds
Hide and Seek,was my fair game, but your clueless steps,
Were treading in the circles which marked my tomb"
