Tragic Concede
Unwillingly I bent my knee My test was infantiscimily Shrouded from my present. I tore down those veils My mind is again my own I can see down the well Ashes and ashes for miles Burned by the masses Like the girl with the bunny I fell down up above The difference in us: I crave love. And those dreamings of wonderous lands to behold? The in between has always been my domain Imaginations abound; my moulds Rumplestilskins got nothing on me He spins only a string My teams of trust? Poor little troll, I've got the stage now My mind is epic boss gold Silly little rabbit Hop away now The new carrier/ the ferrier I'll dance with you, be merrier Sway to and fro with me Turns out to dance I don't need your wings.