Befuddled by moving stones
Rumors of the unknown
Dizziness overwhelms—
the figure of sorrow.
With the epitome of agony
Just beyond the open door
Dancing cries of moonlit rain
ride across falling stars
Left all alone to suffer a life
Torn and ripped apart by sheer will
A manifestation of insecurity
sinks to the dirt-ridden ground.
A tyrant bellows in command
From across the open door,
Unleashing a force of vengeance
to the dancing stars of unknown.
Shaken inside from a rattlesnake bite
Poison creeps in secretive stealth,
Transforming fragile veins of glass—
into a granite piece of the dead.