Friends, Romans... - Vignette.

To You, with whom 

this concerns;

Time ticks on, and Winter consumes all,

what will become of us?

Dearest Friend of the Folly,

we offer our grievances,

we can give you our council.

Have you still yet to decide? Are you still too fearful to comply? 

Worry not of our motives 

for we swear to heal more

we vow to mend all.

Hear, Hear! Honourable Honouree,

won't you borrow our aid? 

we barter our blackened loyalty,

pledge our white powdered palms.

But, make haste, Oh Brethren,

for it is time. Winter wanes. 

Ice must melt.

Decide or you will drown.

we cannot save you, we have not the braun, we will not thaw alone.

Please, you must decide! 

By God, Old Dog, 

decide or drown!