It happened in the merry month of May.
Eleven velvet elves explored the shore
In search for names impossible to say.

The daze delayed, the waves refused to roar
As is their custom when they feel insane.
We did our best to just ignore their snore

But all our ignorance was shown in vain.
"Alas! My fairy friend with pointed ears!"
(Fidgeting armies spread over the plain)

"My heart is breeding faster since some years.
The whiter shade is pale, but red some days,
Its evanescence's driving me to tears..."

"Shut up," said he. "Behold the purple haze!"
Our eyes were magnetized across the core:
The cloud was torn by some amazing rays

Until the spell dissolved, and was no more.