We Who Finish Last - Shai Hulud

We cast no shadow

The stars do not shine here

Be content to light your own path

And burn what you have crossed

The bridges were frail

The people, pretended

Storm forth with the light of the inflamed

Reclaim and ignite the sky

Brightly to blind

Rip off the veneers enabling opportunists to thrive

Dam the rise of grime and rats

More sickening than a social circle that believes itself charmed

Are the writhing droves of blowhards and yes men

Clamoring to slither in

Stay sovereign on the outside

We are who finished last

The unaffected

Contrasting the wide and white

We are who finish last

Sound

Indignant

The iron to gleaming teeth

The salt on saccharin

We who finish last

Proudly in their darkness

Lit from within

Glad hands grabbing for brass rings

Painting their bricks gold

Keen sycophants filthy scheming

Furthering the feuds of their adored

They have picked their enemies impeccably

Very keen indeed

And so siege the scorned

We are naught but beds of thorns and dark horses

Unwelcome guests who will just not mind their place

A single musket ball to pierce and lodge inside

And lead the circle to crack

We cast no shadow

The stars do not shine here

No genuine light to be found

Only rays of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy

So the vain and insecure can feel revered and cared for

For a cheap, fleeting moment

Truly noble

Storm forth with the light

We who finish last

Proudly in our darkness

Lit from within

Conflict in the chest

To be concerned for the needs of such heartless men