Ever Cadavre Shoosh
Lifeless log in a cloudless sky
Muse pauses, deaf and mute
As time passes by
In silvery quay, off silent whoosh
Lives a fairy called
'Ever Cadavre Shoosh'
Dusky runway, shimmering dust
Dead logs rest, arms outstretched
Three and a half quarters up
Not enough to reach the sky
So goosh! Go get
Ever Cadavre Shoosh
Fairy floats with glee and grace
Her candy floss wand sweet
Of heavenly magic taste
That lifts the deathlike stillness
Off the log, as she utters
Whoosh! Ever cadavre shoosh
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