Portrait

A frown is a screaming smile
Canadian ninjas fly through the wispy air as marshmallow men haul snow through the chocolate forest in the land where the toucans flap their beaks and chirp their wings
But the cold brisk air smells of salt in the morning over the starboard bow
The sea is dark and thunderous and tastes like dry salty fish
But it feels like moist sand that wedges itself into the crevasses in fingernails
The harrowing axeman of Montegue smiled a screaming frown
But growling alligators might attack on the main deck by climbing the side of the three story building and through the skylight while eggnog is spilled upon the floor
But as the dark gloomy sun will set on the quivering horizon
And the finger of God explodes balloons of vibrant cotton candy in the sleepless sky
The cat cuddling castle will intimidate the never ending sins that are pounded into the overpowering eye that it sails into at the edge of the quivering horizon.    

JayZ