Dance, the dance,
A thousand men,
Around a light,
In times back when,
Passion feeds into the minds
Of victims mindless
Souls they’s find
Saturated, radiated,
Humourous, studious,
Things keep on the move,
Tomorrow will face
With no distaste
Battle plans drawn,
Attack at dawn,
Victory forsworn.
D.Ullman 2000 ©