SylviaDragon

Lost between the cracks In a place too small for time to fit I was a wanderer of the foggy places Where I hid from moving shadows What is the meaning of this place? The meaning of my existence? What of this lonely house upon a hill Where all the world seems to stand frozen? You entered with a crash You shattered the silence You never did bother to apologize for that But I suppose I will forgive you What a team we made! We two misfits stuck in a crack between two worlds I was awkward, You,untrusting we didn’t belong anywhere but here We were just spare parts left over from the construction of other worlds Who would have thought we w

Oh demonic ones! Demonic ones, Whose wings are rather hearty! Oh demonic ones, demonic ones, lets go and crash a party! With a (honk honk) And a (quack quack!) Arrive the harbingers of evil! And they will keep us fed on their sweet meat When bread is lost to weevil! Oh demonic ones, demonic ones! We recognize your waddle! And when you hiss, Our pants we piss, So we quickly turn to bottle!

There is a pale hand waving in the woods And now I do not remember what, but there is something I must go see There is something in the weeds that whispers to me Something in the grain that waves against the wind Saying: Come to the woods, come to the woods, come to the woods I’m late for something important, but I don’t remember what And now I am certain I forgot something, I left it off the path And I dare not forget it, lest I feel her wrath There is something I must find among the trees, among the weeds For she sleeps within the woods, she sleeps within the woods. It’s quiet now. The world grows dark A pale white hand