It is the sound of rain and thunder and the ever present fire that swirls into the sky
Siren wails and the rumble of horses galloping across the never ending ocean.
Riots and rallies, words used as poison, a kind grace only to be lamented with
Smiles laced with flattery and letters that burn at a moment’s notice.
The night creeps into our dreams, let’s us eat away at ourselves and yet
We are drawn to the never ending enigma, a hidden language unknown to us
Iridescent, illuminated by the white glow of a legion that marches to light the
Fires of unheard voices and the cries of freedom, for victory, for the fallen
We hide behind masks and yet we are all unified, one small enigma wrapped up in
The micro-cosmos of the universe that spirals out of control
Riding out time and space and it is as if we are one breathing monster
A monster capable of destruction and creation - We are both
We ride across the sands and the ever present dew covered grass, a symphony
Of gold and crimson and the tomorrow of today’s past
Old crumbled arenas, gladiators that watered the sands of today,
And we are long forgotten, erased into the nothing –
An oblivion of white and empty dead space
Where nothing can exist, and yet
We dance and hymn to the beat of a fury that is never ending -
We are legion.