Arms outstretched we salute the dark master.
Across the stage she struts, back and forth to egg on the masses.
With outstretched fingers she cast a mighty spell
Darkness descends, into pitch black caverns, and stumbling, we fall to our knees.
"Yes" we shout. "Yes,"
and obey we do again
Nice\\
Jesse Q. Screed
ps, you have inspired me to compose a piece with only one note, and I mean that in only the best way possible