Beat the drums, sound the rhythm then
Don't expect to raise the fusty minds of men
The hoarsest shout be lifted and harnessed still
Sweet fortunes notes arrest the bitter pill
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The fawning cavalcade invokes it's fallow wit
Bringing down the grinding, mindless bit
That choked the life of every soul that strayed
Into the crusted chasm, that held it's foul decay
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Hopeful laughter lasts only 'til the falling moon
Stabbed on the silence that filters in the gloom
Forced to hide among clinging shadows' light
Trembled in it's bile filled coil of spite
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Fanciful yet mindful of the wretched watcher's eye
Began the dance, unmasked the wicked, swollen spy
Hammered the beat to curb the cussed, feared despite
Shivered as the day became the night
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Whirled and wheeled on threatened, tarnished field
Took the blood, to stave the horrors of its' yield
Held no delight in the frantic swash and sway-
Yet drank the life, to keep the craven beasts at bay
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At last when quenched, frenetic dancers done
Then left there, strewn, unfocused, awaiting sun
Implore the spirits that fed and curdled fears
To rest this night, the mortals lying here
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fubpagan
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