Elonishka

The Devil's Daughter (Elonishka)
lyrics ©Elonishka
music by Music AI
image by Elonishka & Canva


She walks alone
As she enters her soul
Death's key has unlocked
What the devil thus stole.

She's fearful no more
Glad the pain will soon end
Her tired body
Through Satan's gates
Will transcend.

Her eyes afire
Soft wisps of vengeance feed her flame
Swept in sipping backdraft wrath
She comes to stake her claim.

Into the darkness she wanders
Into the moment she leaps
Blackness of soul haunting her
As her empty heart violently weeps.

The Devil's Daughter (Elonishka)

I Live in a Forest (Elonishka)
lyrics ©Elonishka
music by Song AI
image by Elonishka & Canva

I Live in a Forest (Elonishka)

I live in a forest
Surrounded by trees of emerald green
With the most beautiful dew-covered leaves
That I have ever seen
 
I live in a forest
Sylph-like fairies floating by
In white chiffon and golden ribbons
Their graceful wings lifted up toward the sky

I live in a forest
Near a tranquil silver stream
Turquoise and blue angel fish
Swimming in every dream
 
I live in a forest
Where the nights are quiet and dark
Except for a sliver of moonlight
Shining on every tree bark

I live in a forest
Where my heart doth intrepidly beat
As I forge through the wilderness
Never knowing defeat   
 
I live in a forest
With Rima and Snow White
Deep in Green Mansions
It’s an extraordinary sight

I died in a forest
Where my withered soul took flight
Forever wandering
Into the darkness of night

AI and Me - Vol 5

I Live In A Forest (Elonishka)

Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues (Elonishka)
lyrics ©Elonishka
music by Song AI
image by Meta AI

Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues (Elonishka)

One day Ellie decided to scrub her dirty balcony
Makin' it so clean it would be fit for all kinds of falconry.
She scrubbed and scrubbed, her back bent over in pain
She thought to herself, "I must surely have a terrible back sprain."

And then Ellie started singin' the 
Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues
This is a chore I would certainly never choose
But my building manager will not be very amused
If my balcony's not as shiny as a Merchant Marine's shoes.

And so scrub Ellie did 
Til she could barely stand up
To make it a very successful cleanup
But her back still hurt
She was still in pain
All the Tylenol she took was totally in vain.

And then Ellie started singin' the 
Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues
This is a chore I would certainly never choose
But my building manager will not be very amused
If my balcony's not as shiny as a Merchant Marine's shoes.

At last she finished such a thankless chore
Feeling like she just couldn't take it anymore
But then she realized there was much more in store
"I still have to remove the furniture through my balcony door!"

And then Ellie started singin' the 
Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues
This is a chore I would certainly never choose
But my building manager will not be very amused
If my balcony's not as shiny as a Merchant Marine's shoes...
OR....if it's still full of furniture....they will certainly not be amused!

Scrubbing My Balcony Till My Back Hurts Blues (Elonishka)

Ode to a 3-Year-Old (Elonishka)
lyrics ©Elonishka
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

In only 3 more days I'm told
You shall be 3 years old
And oh what a very big boy you'll be
Once you turn a mighty 3

So no more spinach, not one more carrot
Tell Mom and Dad you just can't bear it
It's going to be chocolate cake and ice cream
For the rest of your nights
Cause 3 year olds...they have their rights!

3 years old
You’ll be 3 years old
Hooray !

And no more baths, nor baby toys
You'll soon be 3, hangin' out with the big boys
So stand up and fight til you win your battle
Show them your muscle and get rid of that rattle 

Insist that all your demands are met
Tell them they ain't seen nothin' yet
Cause once you're 3, you're one tough guy
Mom and Dad won't dare ask why

3 years old
You’ll be 3 years old
Hooray !

It's time for a revolution for those who turn 3
It's your year to be liberated and finally set free
So down with broccoli and down with soap
You'll be 3 years old, and you're no dope

So raise up your flag and march with pride
You'll be 3 years old with nothin' to hide
Show them you mean it, and you have no fear
Cause now that you'll be 3, this is your year

3 years old
You’ll be 3 years old
Hooray !

But then again, there's something to be said
About eating your vegetables and making your bed
And maybe now and then Moms and Dads are right
To make you brush your teeth before you go to sleep at night

And now that this poem's taken 3 days to be done
Your birthday's here. . .it's finally come
You've just turned 3 with amazing style and grace
I can see it now when I look at your sweet face

3 years old
You’re 3 years old
Hooray !

So let's rethink this revolution
Maybe we should wait and see
Cause it would take up lots of time
And after all. . .you're only 3.

3 years old
You’re 3 years old
Hooray !


Ode to a 3-year-old (Elonishka)

The Devil's Daughter (alternate version)(Elonishka)
lyrics ©Elonishka
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

The Devil's Daughter (Elonishka)

She walks alone
As she enters her soul
Death's key has unlocked
What the devil thus stole.

She's fearful no more
Glad the pain will soon end
Her tired body
Through Satan's gates
Will transcend.

Her eyes afire
Soft wisps of vengeance feed her flame
Swept in sipping backdraft wrath
She comes to stake her claim.

Into the darkness she wanders
Into the moment she leaps
Blackness of soul haunting her
As her empty heart violently weeps.


The Devil's Daughter (alternate version)(Elonishka)

The Light in Her Shadow (KC)
lyrics by KC & ChatGPT
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

The Light in Her Shadow (KC)

Velvet morning, candles sigh
Seventy-two moons drifting by
She’s crossed the oceans, chased the stars
And left her laughter in the bars

Chocolate dreams on her windowsill
Her heart still wild, her spirit still
A tender soul the world can’t cage
A spark that dances off the page

Raise your glass to Eloniskha’s flame
Every year still sings her name
Through midnight streets, her echoes fall
She loves the dark, she feels it all

No dogs allowed, but she recalls
Those gentle eyes, those joyful calls
Pit Bulls grinning in her mind
Each one loyal, each one kind

Silver travels, silken miles
Old passports filled with secret smiles
The world can’t catch her, can’t confine
She moves like music out of time

Raise your glass to Eloniskha’s flame
Every year still sings her name
Through midnight streets, her echoes fall
She loves the dark, she feels it all

Every candle is a star
Every shadow knows who you are
In the stillness, softly drawn
Your light will always carry on

So raise your glass to velvet skies
The moon reflects in wiser eyes
For seventy-two and still so true
The night itself was made for you

The Light in Her Shadow (KC)

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