china dolls

It has been a while since i saw the scarecrow at the broken cemetary gates, ringing a bell to summon the china dolls with coins as eyes from the porcelain wishing wells, they marched clockwise baptised the moon out from the silk skies bribed me for truths and lies about the human race, they spoke darkly about a man with blood, scars and a beautiful face who would return with a case full of thorned crowns.