2: Molly's Elevation

The swing goes on and on there

Under rafters of brittle hay

A shadow haunting memory

Guardians of night and day.

It seems nobody's here now,

It seems we're all alone

And so we seem to settle

On this quaking rubber-throne.

A leaf shuffles before me

A humble minion's bow

But I send him off to nothing

With neither promise nor vow.

The shadow starts circling

My head spins off ablaze

The world has stopped around me

A never-ending maze.

Wind brushes up past earlobes

Shattered wisps of crispy gold

Shines through upon a silver world

Where no fairytales are told.

In the distance comes the ringing

Familiar, loud alarm

I must be heading back now

Or caught in a gassy swarm.