The Spell

A low monotone ‘snip snip snip' Drooping heads as in slumber deep The mirrors reflect telling it all The shed strands quietly fall. Goes on the buzz ‘snip snip snip' Are they awake or in deep sleep? Getting off-loaded here's no hike Lines of souls sit vampire-like. No one speaks it's nobody's call Heads mildly roll, tissues fall Shrouded white from world disguised The snipper's spells have them hypnotized. The stupor breaks once ends the ride A cruel world is waiting outside The spell was so short, it's a pity Time again for back to reality!