Toy soldiers align in formations
Where generals command their fleets to vanish
Into the depths of time
Amidst rectangular caverns of sand

Villages of gingerbread decay
Leaving behind many half-broken smiles.

Ornamented plush friends mozy along the meadows of one’s mind
Finding dreams that were once read,
While snowmen slowly melt away
Becoming dried up memories
That remind us of what was once

Upon completing level ten
All has come to a cease

A tear at last