The toadstool stood, a cloud of vice
Blown far by evil’s sway
Above ahead, the azure skies
Were taken o’er by gray
Cloud loomed o’er, each a savage brute
Blown off by winds, insane
The ugly toadstool calmly stood
And welcomed silver rain
Which danced with grace, silently fell
On little, soundless toes
The toadstool, once a hag from hell
Became a maiden rose
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
The toadstool stood, a cloud of vice
Blown far by evil’s sway
Above ahead, the azure skies
Were taken o’er by gray
Cloud loomed o’er, each a savage brute
Blown off by winds, insane
The ugly toadstool calmly stood
And welcomed silver rain
Which danced with grace, silently fell
On little, soundless toes
The toadstool, once a hag from hell
Became a maiden rose
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013