Where people screech even at play
I paused and heard a sublime voice:
Good Morning it said to cut the noise.
Fact of the matter, it was dusky black
When the sun had set behind my back
Because I was so intoxicated there
Somewhere down in Hollow Way.
He offered me some more high brew
I partook of it and before I knew
I was dancing there so enthralled,
It was better than any noble ball.
People joined together in that dark pathway
Asking me to dance along, anyway
I could never live there, I said to myself
Because there are so many roads I must delve.
They were pixies really with fairy wings
And they gave me all the joy they could bring
But I told them I was homeward bound
For tomes are to be written about their sound.
That night as I curled into my bed
I wish their minds I had justly read
Because no place has been inviting enough
More than Hollow Way and its people's bluffs.
If you would like to step down from that high chair
I'll hold your hand and take you to Hollow Way
Where rags make for clothes and methyl for juice
And then tell me clearly what I would choose.
Should I accompany you ascending to the throne
Where we sit and brood and sometimes moan?
Or should I drag you to a sprightly dance
With the skinned people there so enhanced?
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