There is a girl dressed all in black who braids her hair with stars
The sparkle in her eyes an enigma, her cheeks the ruddy shade of Mars
Under lazy sunshine she sits and reads her magic book
And thinks of spells to cast as she gives the world an impish look
Her sense of awe and wonder guides her dreaming heart
Desiring to visit other dimensions in case this universe falls apart
So with a flick of her nimble wrist she opens special doors
And steps through to worlds of unknown legends and lores
Aloft on joy’s breath she sees a kaleidoscope of lands
From forests of trees like jade idols to deserts of cinnamon sands
She rides the dragon of night as it takes a bite out of the moon
Its brooding light bleeding on shifting spectral dunes
And with the dawn of molten gold she sees the gods play stochastic chess
Laughing amongst themselves to judge who is cursed and who is blessed
She philosophizes with artists who travel on astral railroad tracks
As they ride past turquoise fields and mountains of burgundy wax
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It is the age of cyclopean eldritch, of dreams vast and grand
Angels and demons spawn and die, and their bodies fertilize the land
From such wondrous turmoil chaotic empires are born
Their sharp spires rise ever higher until sanity’s curtain is torn
And in the sybarite’s palace whores laugh on parquet floors
While in the narcissist’s castle hags brood behind worm eaten doors
Astral caravans with silken sails make eons long trips
And the wine dark sea embraces all of the Motherland’s ships
The jesters burn the royal library, living in a joke
Their idiot grins cleave their face as they inhale the sage smoke
In the arena the mad monarch’s games subdue the restless crowds
As the girl captures faces with her mirror and reflects them onto the clouds
The spy on their cryptic mission, dutiful agent of dread

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