I hope you are feeling right
Like blazes overwhelming
In a fire fight,
I'm here to see the quelling
I rage in out of sight,
Like buzzards nearer dwelling,
Twisted arms from might,
But now I'm just upselling.
Follow me into the night,
If you feel right rebelling,
I've room within my light,
You can use it like a shelling
In case you catch a fright
From all the shadows melding
Into minds that fight,
Like drowning, pressure mounting
Though it isn't right,
Watching without helping
And you could call me trite,
But I am more revelling