Mystic Voices Rambling

Cacophony and choir

Kaleidoscope of sound

Chaos is emerging,

Swirling round and round

The geometry is crumbling

Like burnt matches in the wind

The fall of season, and of man

Is whispered by the Jinn

Winds of change are coming now

The vortex spins and grinds

Colors leaking, voices shrieking

Yearning for the void

The witching hour is upon us

Wheels churn in the mind

The winds of change are turning

The tides of blood that bind