Sorry, nothing here. You have been misled I'm afriad. down a path

lined with dead trees
with a skull-faced man leading
wirey hair
lips pulled back: a perpetual grin
showing teeth
and a little upturned, heart shaped nose
he turns and flashes a Glasgow Smile
and in that instance is gone
leaving the bloody cheshire cat grin
burned into your eyes
forming in the clouds
taking shape in the laughing trees

and you are alone.