Tralvillian

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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