Figments of temperance,
Sweet imaginings of sobriety,
Faces abnegating, full-avowed, we
Whisper our sobriquets.
Past pursuits and aspirations,
Build up our futures and ambitions.
We sleep through the torments in the trenches,
But this constitution keeps us from swaying,
Out in the chill experiencing the bitter,
Me in the breeze,
In my breath with ardour,
Elucidate my saccharin devotion.