Miscommunicated, disEnchanted, disconnected, disillusioned state

You, as the epicenter of this Mushroom Kingdom

Wondrous fermentations carried out in smashed pumpkins

They were broken from the start

This is you, this is you.

Evaporating from the misty mountain tops

Is the nativity of these immaculate prophecies

Fostered in every garnish, garden, green, gorge and grove

Vesuvius erupts,

Citizens in still frame

Frozen discontent

This is you, this is you..

Dissapear!

Zephyrus has turned eastward, magnetism shifted

Mushroom people seek shelter,

Their cornucopia’s buckle

None of them can lift it

Suffocation, Exasperation, Inspiration

This is you, This is you…

 

Remove the masque my brother

We approach winter solstice.

We must rebuild!

Batten down the hatches! Keep it at half sail!

Get behind me Hades

Cynthia, luminous and bewitching

Is still as infectious as Fungus