Puddles of Stone

kuddos to whomever can figure out what 2 things this is about


Bright lights on an endless night
Too scared to run or fight
Send the moon a fleeting glance
This may be the your one last chance

the pressure is increasing on the right
this could be your last breath here tonight
the drugs are beginning, count back from three
in just a moment child you will be free.

the pain is gone, the fear and fright
next to the layer of fire and light,
rhythm is increasing at a steady rate
this could be more than fancy and fate

the light has dimmed into night
the day has dawned an early sight
from here you left perfectly sound
safe from harm in a blackened round

sent away naked, cold,  and alone,
now piles of ashes and puddles of stone
bright lights  and kin never kind
I can tell you who lost their mind