I’ll pick up the ashes

You get the smoke

Climbing up branches 

Made of soap

While muddy streets

Fill with fish

The king of might

Diminished lady delight

Wishing with will

All remains still

As the wild wind blows

Window shutter thrashes

Scattering around the ashes

The wild wind smokes

Burning up the branches

That were made of soap

Combining stances

Water flows through the street

Where crocodiles like to meet

Lady delight found

The king of might was out with a kite

Tossing in the wind

All the still was over the hill