The Arena - Fates Warning

Shinning stunning

Men of grandeur

Blinding, numbing

With winsome wiles in specious styles

Speeches etching

Rhyming, wrenching

Men so shallow

Stumble fetching

For words that maze, to clear their daze

Calm in disarray

Sinking day by day

Hopeless never see

Save what they believe

Choices weakening

Ever sinking

Men are poisoned

Into thinking

That they’ve a voice above their noise

Spheres of disarray

Worsened by the day

Sadly led and fooled

Without thoughts to rule