Defragmentation

Defragmentation

Casper went O'er the hill, grandmother came back cold and still,

a spider crawling in the vein, is nary a reason to feel the pain,

on a night such as this, the stars were simply too much bliss,

without a weather vain, I will simply stay insane,

without a warm black cat, wearing a black top hat,

and whispering to the dirty window, a spider drops below,

on a web of silk devine, I will catch her if she's mine

Now dying in a cradle, I always loved the spoon and ladle,

now dead amongst the trees, I still feel the cool night breeze