The mystical dreams scuffled
The wild winding paths tread
Into the bosom of the mystic splendour
Fairyland spills a marvel castle
Into the mystic embraces of the pixies in glee.
When the sun has unravelled its magic spread
Thoughts loom in lonely quail
Pat of shade tread the gloomy yarn
From the wild to a mystic splendour.
Let the veracity amidst dichotomy
Profess the realms of the numinous wonder.
The beauty of a sensual dame
Without a shade of any shame
Hexes the kernel of a lonely spring
Amidst the hug of magic marvel
Spring may unravel,
Amid the sleuth moon.
To the land of sorcerous glory.
Easter fades, loggias dead
The rebirth may shine
In its magical whine
To the mystic land of cabalistic awe.
Many a lives dead, oodles bled
In the crusade of a illusory glee
The truth will spring
Under the fairy-tale wing
Of the amorous dame
Giving birth to a wonder.