Beware The Amanita

     She was a dream, eyes of emerald green
Sitting beneath the Manzanita
Beautiful from head to toe
I think her name was Rosita

He was about to get lost in the forest of love
He caught her out of the corner of his eye
And if you could turn back the hands of
Time he would have passed her by

It was the ingredients for a perfect storm
See the lightning and hear the thunder
She inherited powers from the shadows
He was trapped in the spell he was under

Now he’ll never be able to escape
His new world where evil reigns
Her bite was of poison
And it’s running through his veins

Her perfume was like that of the
Sweet smell of Carnitas
And it warns if you walk in the forest
Of love, Beware the Amanita

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 07/18/2022
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