Context for this was that we were reading "The Goblin Market" for English, and we had to do a project in which we took words out of the poem and make a poem with them, minimally inserting words.
So, yeah. This happened.
Necrodelaysia: A Gabe Newell’s Illusionary Release Date
poison mauled the summer night
ice water streamed like a torch
sorrow leaping from delight
the day hung in deadly peril
for Death came on at fastest speed
till golden gleaming Saint Newell
descend from the silver sky
as moonlit poplars blossomed
Episode 3, fetched in honey,
precious, pure, like modest maidens,
on the wings of twilight dreams.
they saw the golden Gabe descend
rejoicing at his golden fruit
they drank the sweet juice of the holy fruit
the moment they drank the world was cleansed
they found evil to be no more
for time was now its grave
thus ends the tale of
good god Gabe,
savior to all,
that maker of game.