Grab onto the tail wind of my gale force trail of trickery and haunting Let me take you to places of chaos and nought Worth knowing, for contemplation takes away the daunting light of day and so let's Fly now to an orchard of dreams and eerie, echoing screams that scald your skin and flay your eyes till a tide of tears runs like acid to the ground where flowers abound and insects nibble your toes as they march to the orchestra sound and strike up the band with a flourish of Vivaldi Karen Jones rights reserved 2012