Show me the door to fantasy
with a key made of dreams.
A wonder-filled ecstasy
away from all the screams
The trees grow fruits of silver,
the sun shines a pure cerulean.
The river runs red, however
in this vast land of Tralvillian.
The beasts have showed their teeth,
their claws are lined with lies.
Your hand finds empty sheath
your lungs find breathless cries.
The teeth and claws rip through you
The sky looks full of garnet
It was once nice here, ‘tis true
Before we did so much to harm it.
I show you the door to fantasy,
as now I am it’s king,
to live out your personal tragedy.
You’ll see my dear
in Tralvillian it’s clear
that love is a tricky thing.
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