she flies on a flute

to flower from flower

no fear for big brute

just flickering hour



our fantasy falls

from everyday tower

we're chasing real walls

like goblins by Bauer



where clouds are her suit

she feel like a shower

her wind peels cute fruit

from sugar to sour



our flute foggy calls

for sun to switch power

then moon no more mute

rise troll as her lover