Rev's blog: "WTF?"

In the deep dark of night or the cold light of day In the funky green woods where sugarmice play The river cries deep of battles of yore the river runs red with the blood and the gore. Once, in my sleep, still in a dream of sugarmice candies covered in cream I arose from my bed all cosy and warm and found myself walking toward the cool light of dawn I followed her voice so crystal and clear to the woods and the river with sugarmice near to a clearing it took me the sun hit the ground but the light that blinded shone from around And there in the glow stood the woman of Might with a look of love she kept me in sight and straight from her head and right into mine she sent scenes of the dead from the battle of time. The valleys roam green and the woods stretch free in the fertile flesh of the land but the secrets it hides of the death of all men were opened that night to me.