The Long Dance from Midnight

the mountains was young as the pristine earth
in ancient times' sepia lights lustily glow
Shamans chants their songs with nature
each breath of air waking the spirits, flowed

the rhythm of gongs mesmerising
the dance of the Shamans enchanting
the shrieked answers from the mountains bone chilling
nature's spirit sings out in eerie voices

the spirits coalesced with the Shamans
a painful grouping of the supernatural
with the natural scrapping flesh to bones
as barbed wire wrapped around the mortal coil

and then they came in billowing sails
standing tall, against the blue sky and sea
they landed on white sands
their banner flying high

holding up their books, they called upon their God
to claim the land not belonging to them
overrunning the land, eyes peeled blue
fiercely  imposing their will upon all

then start the long dance into the darkness
scrapping of thoughts minds love and life
each scream of a dying norm disappearing
into nothingness not ever be born elsewhere

did the lights shine upon
the screen
showing the shady  differences between
or did darkness turned to light to redeem
and slough off evil or believed to have been

did the jungle leave the man
bent burnt and defeated
or did it burrow deep within
to hibernate while lips honoured the new God

the long dance from midnight
to the bright enlightened light
ended in whispered chants
and subtle chimes of bells

there we were birthed unwillingly
bloody mess on afterbirth sac
protesting weakly against the waves
squinting our eyes at inevitability's  bright light