Endangered

They walked across golden paths
marching towards a tunnel
with no end
Seeking a triumph not to be found
their intent is scarred with need
to pretend

One step
Two step
Three step

With lack of any resistance
through this mapless journey
they went
In this childless vast land
they found no cause
to lament

One step
Two step
Three step

A pool of raw liquid tranquility
found was the object of their
determined rage
Proceeding with swords in hand
they ruptured the liquid in their
frenzied craze

One step
Two step
Three step

Slain lay the colorless beast
the bane water rippling
as it fell
Gone was the mirror
through which they could
see themselves