AN: I won't be posting again until the next book comes out, so this story will be under completed until then. Thanks for reading :)
Oh, geyser, my geyser,
Let us spew then, you and I
Upon this midnight dreary, while we ponder
Whose woods are these?
For we have not gone gentle into this good night,
But have wandered lonely as clouds
We seek to know for whom the bell tolls,
So I hope, springs eternal,
That the time has come to talk of many things!
Caves of blue.
Strike the hue.
Westward, burning.
Pages turning.
Indiana.
Ripe banana.
Happiness approaches.
Serpents and roaches.
There once was a god named Apollo
Who plunged in a cave blue and hollow
Upon a three-seater
The bronze fire-eater
Was forced death and madness to swallow