The Winner

Peter and Pan take this trip far

Far away to the crossroads on

This green marketplace, high

Techno hell, pride

Leaving the thugs of baseless sins and

Blandness felt inside each gut, few

Rather feel this way, compare

Techno hell, shared

Once upon this time the contra

Gather to the rocklands, hills

Birds on watery air, maybe

Techno hell, meet

The pair coincide each other kind

But like their histories do impede

Coming upon as shadow steps, winter

Techno hell, a-cinder

Peter, meet Pan, take him as the bread-count

Winner.