Avatars - Diorama

These gentle demons

Enchant your head

Don’t make you weary

Don’t make you sad

Don’t ever blame you

For rushing on

Into the pitfall

The failing dawn

Stalking…

Talking…

About the endpoint, the final wall

The dropping anchor, the curtain call

The aimless aiming, the sweet escape

The gradual blackout assuming shape

Bathe in the light of freedom fakers

Bathe in the light of perished stars

The light of brilliant manipulators

In the end a dying breed of avatars

Stalking…

Talking…

About positions

You must defend

Though you can’t move and

You barely stand

The luck you’ve borrowed

Without concern

Taken for granted

Due for return

Stalking…

Talking…