Off track

Eyes of storms past unnoticed 
the witch will sing a croaking song 
to light the dying crying bong
of ancient bells hung 
by Larry who fell off the rung
and died with a split 
and fell with a splat
his story sang and then was done

Yonder howling wolves will come
sleep now child and I shall hum
oh fairy elves and fairy selves 
don't bring to me, your leary shelves.

My home walked out on me 
it wasn't me that was the one,
shocked I was and rocked he was
to find Alice allied with them 
and here I was the fool
without a cat 
without a tool.

Wait what nonsense do you spout 
going out with that lout?
This is but the last bout
And then my head be healed