The Fountain

A rebel within's begging to burst free and the superficial's threatening to put a cork on it. In a dead-end, deadlock happens and sentimentality becomes your only way out---for now, at least.

Tonight, a battle is going on,

a sight for the stars to reckon.

The lights bow to the victors,

reflected down on clear waters.

White knights on white horses,

trampling on the beasts

of midnight mountain.

Liquid crystals pouring

down a rushing fountain.