By the glow of moonlights gaze
in the sea of the greatest of dreams
where fall the tears of truth like rain
this is where the trees do talk
with eyes for leaves most pronounced

So placid is the death of reason most compounded
when they think possession does sleep
but the curiosity of her dark crown and glory
that one whom has many names and never sleeps
once was reluctant to come to fluoridation

From the forest of forgiveness
oh yes my wings broken
yes my ****** scars you can see
******* light with me again in the day
then glowing dead in this nightmare

Sinking slowly deadly dreaming
I watch my forest of talking trees chatter
and with sword of much might
I do silence them one by one
then place my banner of the good and warrior on their roots

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris