As you move your knight to bishop 3
Your spiteful eye courts the vengeful,
Alice through the looking glass ?
Grass ever greener in pastures new
The devils kiss drowned my reverie
Sweet sorrow’s born to kill.
Rhythmic dancers gently sway
But oh so brief the moistened flesh
allay’s the fear of bitter tears to follow.
Risen sun, upon dark times cares not
How profoundly sweet is the little lace
caressed upon a polished floor.
Littered dreams, a thousand years may swallow
The idle heart would surely bow to greed
if not for stalwart men of leisure.
Strike up the hearty alehouse rock
A tapping foot as strong as any stone
Acquiesce to borrowed beats and pleasures of the day.