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Fairies told the tales, bunny's got  their tales cut off for luck.

Nymphs ran round like mushrooms kept in the dark and feed shit. 

Frolicking around the twisted willow that towered above the twisted tales of the creatures below. 

Trolls under bridges, monsters under beds, skeletons in the closet. 

Boogeymen below the  conscious, bloody mary in the mirror. 
Death a knock on the window. 
In a frozen wasteland, 
slender man points  his finger, while the past looks straight through your head. 

Cemented in there, thier ways, half cemented in time, in the cement, in the cemetery. 

Suddenly they are all angels. 
Frolicking behind henny penny. 

Inside the mad hatters suitcase.