Crevices

There once was a place called Shadow Land,
As dark as the eye could see
My journey there was a peculiar one,
As dangerous as could be

I remember not just where it was
But also who was there
And if you dare ask this of me
I wasn't anywhere

Black clouds looked down on pale white grass
Beneath dark purple trees
That bloomed a howl so very fowl
It compelled the coming bees
The bees lived off the shadow's cold
And feared the rising Sun,
But since the clouds there never moved,
The shadow's never done.

My journey there had started fair
My companion would agree
Had he stayed to hear the tale
Of which I speak to thee

I entered from the mountain tops
And scaled into the dark
I wandered through the dark for days
Until I heard a "bark"
I turned around right off the ground
And stared at two big feet
My eyes looked up and there I saw
A clown you'd like to meet

His name was Bob the eight foot hob,
As tall as hobs would get
And with a smile he nicely said,
"I believe we haven't met"

He showed me to his cold stone hut
And brewed a pot of tea
We talked for several hours then
Discussed the likes of me

"I am a man from foreign lands,
From valleys full of light
I'm shocked my feet have taken me
So deep into the night"

The clown opened his mouth to speak
Then suddenly enough
Something hit the outside wall
And shook it pretty rough
"Oh no!" he said with trembling lips,
"I know just what that is!
The scarecrows come with magma bombs
And guns which shoot green fiz!"

"Green fiz?" I said with pleasant laugh,
"That doesn't sound so bad.
As kids we had green fiz gun fights
And so much fun was had!"

"As kids, you say?" the tall hob asked
"And you are still alive?
And all this time we feared it all
When all was made to thrive!"

"But what about the magma bombs?",
The question came about
"Cup your hands and shout at them,"
The clown had figured out.
"Magma bombs! Magma bombs!
Magma go away!"
The scarecrows turned around and ran
The clown had saved the day.

And when I left that awkward place
I knew I would return
As sure of this as of the night
When the Sun had let it burn