The aperture of existence surged into the void of her happiness

And the smiling sun extracted the life from her pallor flesh

Daffodils danced as she traversed the ashen river of though

And the entire world was but a pinprick in the eye of the fox

Cunning is bird that leads her astray but maligned by th river he forsees

For without those merry demons to lead

The heart of the needle cannot pass into the night