Beneath the cloak of night, pain stirs awake, Twisting joints in a merciless quake. Crystals of torment, unseen but felt, A dance of anguish, where agony dwelt.
Through corridors of time, a tale is spun, Of uric acid's rise, a battle begun. From feast to fray, it creeps unseen, An unseen foe in each bite's glean.
No armor shields from its vengeful might, As toes to fingers, it weaves its plight. A symphony of swelling, hues of red, Where dreams of rest lay wounded, shred.
In the realm of joints, a kingdom of woe, Where every movement bears the weight of woe. A tyrant reigns, with pain's cruel decree, In the domain of Gout's relentless spree.
Yet in the midst of this nocturnal strife, Hope whispers softly, a promise rife. With remedies wielded, both old and new, The battle against Gout, we vow to pursue.
Through dietary shifts and mindful care, We seek to tame this beast's despair. In unity, we stand, against its wrath, With treatments woven on medicine's path.
So let us march, with hearts held high, Against Gout's shadow, let our battle cry. For in the fight against this foe so grim, Together, we shall rise, our strength a hymn.
