There is no great truth behind this
Nor no great lie to tell...

Flee now sweet princes
Turn thine princely coat...

Deserts that have formed over the heads of kings
Like the callous that can form around the eye...

This is a great world of love
Of streams, of flowers of skies above...

Eat the soup
Just don’t look...

Bathing in the alluring grace
Of the radiant summer sun...

The leaves die and fall
Some cling on like a rat in a dry well...

Ever been stuck on the wrong side of the door to...
You can hear others’ joy but you don’t have...

Stalking midnights murky grove
Along alien shore quick to roam...

Caustic causes fade away
To reveal the infernal...

Beyond oaken facade dark and worn
What monsters conceived and born...

Witchling dreamt and firstly bore
On pourus rock conceived...