Charades and Distractions

We are the underground night brigade; from the light we are made.

Lead us on through this crusade.

A valiant game for two kings alone, their soldiers compete for the others throne.

The wounded are expelled to a place unknown; an ancient castle with a towering dome.

Our seeking of treasure fries us to the bone. And all of this leads us back to the sun stone.

I throw myself through a reject clone, she dodges my eyes but is contained by my cologne.

For masters are breathing, time ticking, hands weaving the doom of the balance, the seasons are leaving.

Because of the lair we lost all the air we were breathing.

The tear of the wind brings the chill they were desperately needing.

Cry a tear; they wont hear your scream of fear.

And you won't get too far from here.

After this and that, you lose all you had. And all you can say is "it is so bad."

Remember that none of your excuses will stop the approaching blade. The voices will forever continue their charade.