Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Wanda's Haus

Smoke from the beacon on the hills in the night
Here kitty kitty she whispers in the wind
Howling illicit catcalls as she swings from the stake
The innocence of another she wishes to take.

A dreamscape too lucid, her object wakes at 3
Here kitty kitty she beckons seductively
Clawing at the rafters as she comes closer to her prey
Towards Wanda‘s haus, the carcass of the Highway

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