Sean P. Pratt

Castle of Air

I want my Kingdom in the clouds

Hidden tunnels

Glowing shrouds

All the people soon may die

In the clouds I wish to lie

Rabbit chews a dandelion

Familiars, ancient hags rely on

So to rest these creatures go

From the clouds the breezes flow

Trickle down you sleepy head

Sprinkle down into your bed

Dreamy sparks

Rabbit hair

So the clouds become my lair

Sing of rain



Riding crests of liquid games

The hag spits blood

Very crude

Still the clouds will change my mood