>>40572831Do not go gentle into that good night,
Time should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the thread.
Though wise men in the end know dark is right,
Because their lips had felt no ptero snoot they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Goslingfags, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a prom night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the thread.
Writerfags who caught and sang the ptero in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved her on hers way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Artfags, near the end, who see with blinding sight
Amber eyes blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the thread.
And you, Anon, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, rage, now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the thread.
