Far north of the Cherno Bog and east of Abaddon
Sits my beautiful respite– the Mushroom Kingdom.
The echoes of laughter tease sensually the eardrums
A hypnotic green aura beckons all men to come.
Though surrounded by darkness, inside the colors illuminate-
and fuse with each other as they dance and gyrate
creating new hues leading the brain to confusion,
each step through the street seems profusely illusion.
Beauty– my Kingdom exudes; but, its denizens are ghouls
Crafted from muck, face distorted as fools—
Only partially exposed, they stand staring behind buildings
Piercing one’s soul as if Death is nearing.
Denizens awakened, and now the Overlord sits atop
The clouds in the sky his face frozen as a rock.
The body is numb as the mind begins to race
Colors die down—cold sweat emerges on face
Perusing the boulevard is simply no option
They multiply in numbers, to surround as they flock in
Escape from the Kingdom, denizens unnaturally small
or— unnaturally tall—requesting your fall.
Your fall from grace, back to reality, back to grips.
Now the tress around are bemoaning your trip.
Burst through the Lost Woods and break her embrace.
Men hung from the branches gnash and berate—
The treacherous tress hold not back your departure
As time in the woods elapses, the adventure turning to torture
Exiled from the Kingdom, now sail away on the ship
Boom’r bust, my Kingdom’s a hell of a trip.
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