Riding the riddle

Supposing riddles were a gnat
I wouldn't care much for that

When you see it plain, like tuxedos of chocolate

Soft oval framing
Fuzzy lives getting smaller

Castle in the distance, screams heard

Waves dashing against the rocky gargoyle beach
Where Meaning hides just out of reach

Gas that laughs descends upon our forbidden zone
Launches a bejewelled heiress
laser beams shooting out her eyes

Fleshapoids motorized banner beacons
Rotting hearts that do no speaking

And life was what was underneath the morass
and it told of Merovingian pride, taken to task

The kangaroos sat in a circle like they always do
Around the shivering beaten to a pulp

and all was well in the eyes of them who seeth nothing but blizzards