To be the soul less,
Annoying,
Ray of treacherous torture,
To the last drop.
Some one has to be,
For it to be,
A thing to be revered,
For all of the times.
Waves of thoughts,
Hurled along,
The path that needs to be dreaded,
Lights shine down right on them.
Music in the distance,
Lights dancing to it's tune,
But oh so sudden,
It was when the shadows came upon all.