Once, down in the scum,
The Cinnamon Madgyk Fairies did
Come, bearing Gifts,
the likes, such delightful rarity.

Five magicians timely arrival,
Just a follow-up, meeting he that day,
His PennSnow “Syl” Vanishing,
never nearer the clouds,
would lose his footing,
not unforeseen, so afar too
arrives in time, one learns,
eventually. Yet, lofty days
did remain; days Divine let Grace.

The Cinnamon Madgyk Fairies
Begged the magic ones, of he,
the Vanishing, let be no rue:

“Behold…
These Meshbrooms we bring for you!”

Vanished: “all together now,”
he reflects upon this;
The sum of events, as ensued thereafter
as each ultimately did lead
without concerted effort
but for ubiquitous breaking-apart:
those were early in the final days.