Anaclictic metamorphosis

From an irrefrangible, harridan

We take refuge in an ancient wardrobe

In a Neverland with emerald walls,

A white rabbit offers innocent hope

Charmed by the halcyon

Ridding a Trojan horse

We are caught in the quicksand of time

That commits us to the labors of Hercules

Gathering coins for the boatman

Author's Note

This poem has many angles but the key to the principle issue is in its title