whimsy is a widow's wish

Whimsy is a subtle kiss
Of death on naked life
A sullen frown
Turned upside down
Along the rabbit hole

Whimsy is the notion of
Something rather fair
Yet in it's depth
You might caress
Something not quite there

Whimsy is a sparkling gloom
Of whispered dreams at twilight
A subtle glance and then,
Perchance, you'll meet your plight
At noon.

Whimsy is a widow's wish
Upon a whiskey keg.
Yet in it's kiss, rather brisk,
She found she'd lost her head.