suntribe

Elected at dawn, the new commissioner seeks to expound the reckoning
At last the sun begins to yawn and stretch boundless energy amongst the stars and sky
Vibrant images in unique wonder collapse the world around and seek refuge in a template
The tribesmen warn others of the coming doom, their lives all ready ruined by deceit
Crafting weapons for battle, their offense appears a faint blockade on impending carnage
Their ill words spoken mistaken as truth, all others poisoned spit forth bitter fuel for pyre

As the moon retreats behind a shallow earthy moor, villages pull it back with strings
The ties here bind more than safety but the security of death has been observed
The only path to victory is the one untold; all others remain lifeless under fragrant trees
Listen closely to your calling or you’ll forget what incessant ringing sounds like; dead
As strength in numbers or references supply a phantom warrior for training, this beast will fall to the power of the sun’s entropic excellence, an elitist cure to the problem of life
Brandishing a twig, the humblest of peons awakens for history to be told through closed mouths of disbelief