The Seasonal Drift

[the Draç]

For the love of God, we buy with a price.

From summer to fall, the leaves look so nice.

Columbus Day, we sail, we're into the wind.

The lovely little fairy, with tan olive skin.

I bind with might, we share one soul.

Playing footsies, like soccer, now we say, "Goal!"

Halloween, the lanterns, in which we call "Jack"

The women in costumes, that look pretty PHAT.

No more roasts, Thanksgiving will come.

The turkey that gobbles, it was slayed before it runs.

In my heart, I must have faith.

Before it becomes Christmas, with Nimrod at the stake.

Crucified desires, I have the right.

To not answer superiors, I'm looking to fight.

From spring to summer, with Aquila at its height.

The Original Sun God, that is now that bright.