a martyr lives within the walls
sits atop the tattered throne
the beat beat beat of the rhythm drum
so swift it's almost imperceptible
collosal fields together they roam
innocent, dangerous
filled with magnitude and grace
there is no where to go but hither
no air to breathe
wind to howl
earth to shake
only nigh
never would they want to stop the dance
never they would
from the time the stoplights say go
and the engines start revving
always better yet
and never quite actually intended
oblivious, almost
to the very threat that haunts their fragile bones
whistles screaming in the distance forevermore
spare me today, earth mother
but not tomorrow
for i am nothing without my shadow