He closed his eyes and sighed

Powerless to change the course

I clicked my heels but didn’t disappear

He went off instead into the netherworld
I cried

Stripped my pride

There was no stride
He was gentle and small

The fuzziest cheese curd

Nothing but love

Why must there be ashes and soot
I cried

Stripped my pride

There was no stride
The ashes went out with the tides

Riding high on the gallopping sea horse

Into a crested new sphere

Where the streams are pearled
I cried

Stripped my pride

Moved on, I have tried
His spirit a comforting shawl

At the forefront of avant-garde

He fits the heart like a glove

While serenity is afoot
Stripped my pride

Stripped my pride

I have run aground