Silent, they float through the night;
Marching forward, side by side, one leading the other.
Eyes fixed forward, never blinking.

Sparks bounce along the ground,
Spraying a dull light, quickly fading.
Once bright, the sliver smolders.

A bright red light — the procession comes to a standstill.
Slowly, now, they creep forward. Never touching, never speaking.
Eyes still fixed forward, never blinking.

Like restless cattle, they slowly shuffle.
Yet never do they turn their heads.
Quietly they sit, eyes fixed forward, never blinking.

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