Roaring Sounds...And The Man With His Daughter Poem by Alexander Foald

Roaring sounds of drums above the line-up clouds
Craziness of a mad scientist is flowing down below
As he laughs to the moaning pleasure of maidens
Earth is having a party and he wasn’t invited to come

And it’s not only the moaning pleasure that is heard
Also there are screaming fears, taunting hearts and comedic chaos
Over the south side, the goats are floating in the plain dream field
Looking for their limbs that went along with the wind of death
The same goes for the north,
Where all women climb up their legs to sell the souls of children

Can I capture the colors of the line that crosses my mind?
I can’t sleep, but still can I see where a dream goes to hide
Wonderful picture of a man with his daughter beside their house
Burning down to the ground, along with the bones of the dogs of evil

But the mother is a symbol of love, a song that sung by the forest
When did you forget how beauty can trap the big ape that fell into it?
Amazing, thinking that you might know what to say or what to do
But the body of a ghost is still missing the world where it wanders