Switchblade Symphony: Gutter Glitter

[__fairytales]

Irridescent eyes of the seahorse rise
Treasure she loves
Others despise
A shooting star shan't fall very far
Dim fireflies held in glass jars
April showers brings May flowers
Dazzling dust tossed in wind gusts
The trap door is open
The window half closed
The tapestry curtain vivaciously grows

London bridge did fall down
My fair lady nearly drowned
What is the reason to lock her up
When already she's had such rotten luck