ahh, shucks
out here upon the sea
I am as happy as can be
floating softly… wistfully
staring at the first mate…
beneath my lowered lash
eyes masquerade unleashed
I don’t know … whats in this mash
but I have turned into a beast
and he appears to be
a feast….
uh oh
the sea is getting rough
my...
The trees shrouded in vines
Appear as figures cloaked
As tendrils wrapped them
Tightly twisted, choked
Beside the road they masquerade
A brilliant green facade