Wish Song

In the far off north from the cellar below
With the mistic flow in whispers through the air they blow.
The touch of class enigma's in the jellybean jar
A decadence of memories observed from a far.
Her hesitation of a whimper in the dark
Kissing the two lips of tulips under the bark.
The blah, blah, blah of what was in her head
The moist touch of life pouring out in red.
A jagged mountain as it lands upon a fly
Anticipating revelation springing from the rhye.
Instant movement of the rabbit tail home
Vaccum nozel twisted sfety to the kings throne.
Lifeless figure shadowed bluntly to the roots
A pointless last attempt left his pleasure on his boots.