Underneath the whimsical blue skylines,
onto the eternal paths of blissful twilight.
hath he walked away
In the sublime pleasure of tendu-stick
were the Wolf's belly and Warsteady.
Shred apart the breast of "SprungFurrow",
dost the sanguinarian impregnable, drank blood.
The flute adorned divinity had a nasty flu that day.
The temple lamps whence cast a golden glow in
the gloaming, she besought him...
" Shalt thou come this way by
droving the pachyderms...? "
