Iridescence aglow, awash in moonlight fading
Spiralling, chaotically coruscating
Visitors perhaps, from lands afar,
Visitors perhaps, from a distant star.
Blinding, buzzing cacophony of sound,
Whirling, eruption of earth's sacred ground
Frantically running to escape the haze,
Not thinking clearly, trapped in a daze.
Portals opening everywhere,
Releasing deadly acrid air.
Coughing, spluttering it's hard to breathe,
my chest is heavy, I start to heave.
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