A permeating sound
The Prince of the air
Dark images abound
While blind eyes stare
Beyond the glare
Lies a false light
Need not despair
No need to fight
Held spellbound
Without a care
Liege shadows surround
And close the snare
Without fan fare
Taking flight,
An ensuing nightmare,
No need to fight
Lost and not found
Forever elsewhere
Whirling around,
Without a prayer,
One to declare,
There’s no wrong or right
In the dragon’s lair
No need to fight
A hideous affair
Wallowing in blight,
Sink into the chair
No need to fight
Anon's Record 