The Dim Light Calls
My reward is swallowed in the light,
The settling of soft palms.
Everyone drinks themselves to death
While grinning madly.
The power of the land
Imploring all to seek.
Tear the flesh and listen to the birds
As I fly wingless!
I will not make a sound
As I float over the orchestra.
The light calls again,
Dimming now, as the old face
In the palm tree greets me well.
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