My lady of compassion

Forms of old: fire, earth, wind and water, never stopped warring,

Re-forged in modern times, in plastic cases, electrons mingled, attacked, and swept humanity some day, away in a dark theme park,

Wherein I dance with my bow, on its horror rides, it’s dummies of delusion, jumping out at every insight, their music anti-life;

I dance, breastplate of love, my teacher, on this horror merry go round, not found, only see the modern journey, fuelled hate pour out,

Into which, g, my lady, it pains me, straight to the heart, that into this hell, you were thrown, your love more than all, because you in your compassion,

Flipped the floodlights on