that world
― sky_house_by_matrix ∙ Aye the naysayers have suddenly started speaking,And as we held the days they squirmed and squished But were we going to leave them, no not really.Leave we did, the happiness the willowThe chatter and some fights with the pillowsBetrothed crown, lost jewels torn gown Are not signs of despair but of powerOf the idea that the real power exists but not hereThat the real minds dwell but not hereAs the gong strikes ten and when even hickory dickory dock would be striving [...].
