Monsters, Giants, Faeries, and Me
In a place,
Known as 'Far and wee'
There lived monsters, giants, fairies and me.
Where the grass is truly green,
And the sky, truly blue,
The creatures there are far too keen.
Trees have pink leaves,
Glowing neon vines,
White flags fly among the lines.
A place of no war,
No hell,
Just haven,
In this place, not a creature is craven.
The air there smells of life,
Not of smoke, filth and strife.
Then again,
Every now and then,
The monsters come by night and day
And steal some of the goodness here away.
Known as 'Far and wee'
There lived monsters, giants, fairies and me.
Where the grass is truly green,
And the sky, truly blue,
The creatures there are far too keen.
Trees have pink leaves,
Glowing neon vines,
White flags fly among the lines.
A place of no war,
No hell,
Just haven,
In this place, not a creature is craven.
The air there smells of life,
Not of smoke, filth and strife.
Then again,
Every now and then,
The monsters come by night and day
And steal some of the goodness here away.
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