A thousand thud banging of an elephant’s foot
Creaking of the panes thats left in between the sills
A blonde,A brunette all now spilled over by grey and silver
A witch’s story foretold..but to each was this part of plan already known
Passing into these last rusty moments of Life’s file
Wonderous marvels done, mistakes being an everyday mark
But now all these doomstay days dont live to mock
Because they now live in a new age,the world of these Rusty Folks.
A tooth again waiting its fall
A war of lines on each of their heads so tall
A withering skin that might seem even scary to nourish
Eyes that drag every might..they remain weary even after half a day’s sleep
A preachers stick they use as an evergrowing need
Or most ..over a mighty armchair as they show their lead
Now the young show their life of enigma with their paper locks
But onto the old’s skin they were never able to dock
Because they now live in a new age,the world of these Rusty Folks
