forever
surrounded by laughter
blanketed in the air of a summer day
scathed by shiny little sickles
before that night
he was a plesant man
to the banks of a mighty river
past the gleaming trails of trash
under a sinister moon
frolicking in a misty clover patch
a young girl in a starlight frock
who stood on the corner
empress of the night
her voluminous wings
and they partook of glorious cheesecake
in the rainy city
there was once a decrepit florist
and they loved one another
crescent moon
smiling balloon salesmen
he devoured the five star dumplings
eating a questionable melon
there was not a drop of water
there was