Sirens From The Underland

Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been Let the magic begin.. Bountiful gilt Stained the green Never-ending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified gra*s Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy bra*s Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing witching lays Wonderful ballads are lugging away You won't be back if you leave the way Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir From a nebulous mire Are they contented or just magnetized? Enfettered and still mesmerized