From Dr Lovehart Grandwyn's accounts on Darwin IV;

He bounds effortlesly upon the gelatinous ocean,

like a child upon a trampoline,

but he searches for his mate,

To my eyes unseen.

He seemed so compassionate,

flustered and sad,

the Stripewing's outloo appeared quite bad.

Prophetically correct,

I found him weeks later,

His wings were torn,

his phallus was that of a depressed satyr.

He pinged breifly,

solemnly, depressedly, one might have said,

He wept for his love, and laid down, dead.