Here comes the underground steamboat

in dogmatic stillness, since uncle died

he's been traversing the phantom dimensions

from endless skyscrapers to arctic edges

through hailstorms of indignation

but then he met the pondering moor king

lost in abstractions of his cane castle

and blocked his everlasting glance for good

it was then, when mist(er)y girl showed up

eerie and blossomless, just like anathema

and took the hillside rambler by the hand

astonished spectators watched the lovesick couple

as they descended to the subway of hollow earth

crowded and restless, markedly hectic

everyone thought it's just a plain buffoonery

but no one could break the mundane restrictions

and all once for disrobe that badly sewn uniforms

then, the catastrophe - cyclonic catharsis

earthquake caused by the centipede march

sent the ones with fiery hearts down the drain

likewise the tin soldier and little Lady

and sentenced them to be lone again