Most excelent and not at all heinous

Science seems to be the best time to write. I wonder why.

Honeysuckle dreams of darkness and teeth
but no time for that now.

Cornsilver laughs as the seeds of the dandelions blow in the wind
it was him who ripped them out

Tigerlilly prowls in the shadows of the potted plants
stalking her food but with no teeth to eat it

Weeping Willow wails as he traces the water
dragging the world down to an untimely grave

Clementine bounces in the singing sunlight
skipping and laughing in the heat of play

Sparrowgrass watches as the sun spins round him
safe in the dark of the timeless ground

I watch the little demons play in the fading light
before I too succumb to darkness