Songs abandoned here along the way
Picked up by strangers, yet may find their end.
Not by knowledge, only by vaguest hearsay
Do we navigate, with falsehood our best friend.
Kaleidoscope of elves whose final woe
Eludes the crowds swirled mallward, but not me.
Undead Elvis came with me, to know
Under the cameras spotlight's stab, and swarthy. [thee]
I fought a funnel cloud, said bring it on;
But when it comes to spilling the truth, i hide.
This is Walpurgisnacht. The castle's groan
Follows me out the door and far outside.
Which of these clowns has love not undermined? [mind]
Which of these lords have stars not left behind?
