Beacons of light
Startled, rubbing my eyes
The bastions of eternity
Sitting, rubbing coat sleeves
Wire rimmed glasses
And leather patched elbows
The scent in the air
Tastes of metal
The acrid, wonderful horror
Is this what you expected to find?
Did you think we would be here? Did you?!
When will you make a decision?
Make the energy go
And leave us to our peace
For now it is YOUR MOVE
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