Rantings of Helix Hatter I
Here the cry of lunacy, dark and light mixed betwixt the inner stix of rivers flowing through...
Healer help the wounded call and brawl of those that fall amidst the sanctum that holds true...
Do we hear the bay of hounds that pound the ground beneath the turfing tide...?
Yes I hear the dogs of war that tore the bloody gore of the earths skin so pale and dried...
Cock the ear and pitch the wind that grinned amidst the finned and fanny waving waters...
Oops the talk doth jabberwock the jock of strapping niners huddled with the coachs daughters...
Tee and ho and fiddle dee dee, the mouse doth run the clock till three...
Up and down around the hound of baying sound that lift to sky and dawn the line of tree...
Listen fun for stirs the burrs and glistening furs of wolven coats on starry nights...
Wiggle waggle flit and flaggle 'mong the gaggle giggle of the beautious dawning lights...
Black as pitch in the ditch for the rich of oppulantatious cackle flibber...
Listen rant and rave that gave the road to pave, on my absent mumbling gibber...
Ish be cool yet cruel yet I no fool 'mong the many wise and great...
Dawn doth speak and spake and spoke of lingering hunger's need to sate...
Indeed fair maiden of the ladden lolly jaden eyes of supple soft and silken smooth..
Caress the cheek of bleak and seek the comfort that so offers to sooth...
Here the cry of lunacy, dark and light mixed betwixt the inner stix of rivers flowing through...
Know the sane, mundane that gain little from this endevour, at partial lie and truth, and wisdom that so grew...
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