Waterfalls of acrylic pain shower brown roads

And the cellophane palette dissipates slowly

Into a shower of multicolored tinsel and gems.

The family steps out, curious of the new world.

The mother, with blue hair down to her butt.

Held her child in one arm and her husband's

Callused, ogre-like hand in the other.

Cautiously, they explore, following the river

Of parafilm that once kept them in reality

Down a precipice towards the forest that awaits.

The forest to soon become a home for them,

The unwanted thoughts and ideas of the world,

Where they would rule and decide what goes.

They lived long enough to create the laws,

Fusing chaos and wonderous intrusive thought

Into magical creatures and crazy scenarios

Their son watched and admired, growing older,

And more fascinated with what the world refused.

Winged horses, horned rabbits, wide violet grasses,

Lilac-scaled lions with translucent skin and flowers

Made of greyscale wax with purple stems and thorns.

No law in the land went unchallenged or overturned

Except that the imaginary and the real must stay

Separate by all means, even during war and famine,

Even when those with imagination die and leave

Abandoning what they created into this microcosm.

The parents broke one rule, one fatal rule, and left

Their son in charge to never make the same mistake

And make no exception for any dreamer or wonderer

No matter what the situation was. Distraught and lost,

The despot ruled from his childhood home, the large

Marble castle overlooking the rainbow waterfall

The family once followed to create the world known

As Makk Bellif, a refuge for those imagined, created

From theory to imagination to arbitrary thoughts

That plague every human, young and old, in their sleep

And sit on their chests, suffocating them during the day.

Watching them, coming and going like waves of emotion,

The despot tries to ensure their safety and keep them

From disappearing forever like his parents.