The Plight

Rings of smoke and fire

Pulsation through the night

Golden waves of elasticity

Have me cowering before their might

A strangening daze of hysteria

Strides me to the bone

Gazing upon mindless peons

Riding seas of foam

Springing to flight I move now

Forgetting where I am

Soaring briskly over

This desolate barren land

You may follow me if you're so able

Away off into the night

To reap the lands in chaos

And torture them in my plight

There is no warning for them

They who dance for one

Their existence will thus wither

With the rising sun.