Mushroom Kingdom

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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