Life

In The land of the mushroom prairies where the dragons eat the fairies my soul lies on the ground bleeding red berries. In a castle where a king called a truce prince Charming died there hanging from a nuance. A nuance spun of Rapunzel's golden hair spun there by Rumpelstiltskin who still lives there. At the end of the rainbow lies the leprechauns gold it's the place I heard where souls are sold. Sold for hopes or dreams or a smile. Sold to the highest bidder to get high for awhile. And in thus land of which I speak lives the Unicorn everyone seeks.