Dance, the dance

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  ©

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