Hoptopod

Majestic is decay in the house of bloom, they call it - Miner’s pub, A puce bottle was replaced with a very cold pint In it the Hoptopod, one of a kind! Dwarfs trotting, serpents curling, pale vampires partying, The long lashed eyes tempting to look at me with no trust, But with a deep conviction in a totally wrong analysis, That was the cause of anger, a regular mind paralysis. The choice to die in the sea away from all, in peace, I looked at it a little confused but conducted my mouth piece To be quiet like reincarnation in the shadows of a storm. And I did, and it did pass like the freedom of nevermore. The Nymph, the memories, the divinity where it all once stood, Poof! No sin but a naked past waving a goodbye! Just one more judge! It is not hard, and it won’t take long or much, The wounds require no salt Toda Una Vida used to be the blueprint Now, I do not even need a discrete hint To get up and walk away like a gun once the pint is done!