A long tail

A tale is woven when it is twisted,

And rotten,

As well as if we have tails,

To tell in our slumber,

We might as well make them good,

Travel with me to another time and place,

In our magical heads,

Sometimes all we need is a clean puff and dry,

Thinking that we are her for no reason at all,

Is a total mystery,

Fight back what you want to say,

Search through your own thicket,

Will you,

And let me tell my peaceful story,

The sleave will catch you before you fall,

Into the brambles of an already dead society.