Unturn
The grassy mist
And the morning fog
Unlock the summer frost
And the winter heat
Track down the climbing ants
and the willow bees
Upon the broken tree
twisted and torn
with leafless branch
where lonely swing hung upon
Underneath it surrounded with the fallen yellow leaves
You will uncover
A small notepad
scribbled with bad pencil
There you will find
if you wish to enter
all the numbers I have ever calculated
all the friends I have ever dreaded
all the nightmares that have come and gone
all the battles I have won and lost
all the times we counted stars together and fough over whome the moon walks along
all the times I have become denner and the times I have cheated in game
all the times we got *kattis* and then *mitthis* again
the power we gain almost every eve
just to walk home and see it gone
but the one thing you’ll never find
when you open the small red notepad
are the tales of two best friends.
those two small kids
that disappeared without a trace
torn from their families
taken by the power with deraged face
studies they say
As he peeks through the window
Picking out his best prey
The children they sleep, sleep the night way
So, as you stride through the town
Remember to whisper once or twice
To all the town folk you may stride by
That you have found
The small red notebook with bad handwriting
May be you’ll find my lost friend
