Front Row Seat

Shards of raindrops shatter against vigorous winds of a maelstrom scraping the peak of an erect pillar Brave and ready for martyrdom. A percussion of drums ensues to delight the Makers Phantom accompanied by claps and snaps fulfilling tradition and custom. Sounds reach impossible soaring heights that stretch beyond the farthest kingdom and find the pace of uncontrolled descent which echoes through the pillars bosom. Triumphant bass dawns the finale Bellowing from below the bottom As quickly as the song arose it falls To keep the pillar ready at random. ~7 April 2016~