Sirens from the Underland - Mechanical Poet

Freeze your mind and drown in doss

See the places you have never been

Let the magic begin.

Bountiful gilt

Stained the green

Never-ending wilt

Covered the scene

Fanciful shades

Gathered on the glades

Wheezy summertime slowly fades

Mummified grass

Cloaked the lanes

Faint ruddy brass

Coloured the plains

Deep in the haze

A pristine race

Is beginning to sing witching lays

Wonderful ballads are lugging away

You won’t be back if you leave the way

Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir

From a nebulous mire

Are they contented or just magnetized?

Enfettered and still mesmerized