Red Lamp of Slow Willed Souls
Caroliner, Caroliner Rainbow Brain Tool Imbued with Rust and Mold
Moths flared up when lamp took life
Made from the encompassed
Cries of the couped heaps
From the mare of mercy, land on land
Fight near that grave. The lamp
Was the only one left after the
Mourners departed, and the sounds
Of the moons the lamp took (with the
Moths) to rile it's slow life started
The lamp with it's awful face picked up
The skulls one by one and brought
Each to various homes. Beside which
Barn animals were used to the
Skulls, the neck as blood spilling
Thrones. The skulls were finished
For a setting where they might see
And ride, but the lamp was a slow
Willed one and a bad judge too...
And the grin and cap pointed to the upside
(because they had old eyes)