As Horatio fell off the cliff
he saw a garden of gnomes.
Lepers all, they all breathed vines
that strangled him as he fell.

Trees with apples made of oranges
and songs that congealed into bark
welcomed him with pomp, decorum,
and bid him to be released.

His doom was frozen in the sands
that fell like boulders to the shore.

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