Q u i d a m

A night in wonderland

Night is getting darker, the soft murmuring starts to hunt—

Ah! A critter, looming over the shadows

Soft, soft, really softer —a touch makes your spine crawl.

I hurry down my ways over the ferry road,

short stretching of waters, damping my toes.

I crippled and cropped but windy is calling me out,

"Come, come!" And as the chained ogre eats out fleshes,

I gave up withholding form to dance once more.

But can it be stretched out faster?

I no longer yearn for their rhythmic dribble,

They make you oozing out a sloppy frisky,

And I only wander in the dazzle park,

Dry leaves are sighing at the aught.

The shadows stare at least to give a farewell

tour, but I don't want to give in no more :

"Please, mother nature! Shallow me down," it must not pay heed—

When the swallowing of nerve wreckers came back

with a whiplash, I give a blank stare to the slate

of fate, a whispering mellow pines in the tree—

A dark night to end crisping dews,

Dance all night my fellow slopping.

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