As one sleeps ever so peacefully,
One comes across a wide pond
That pulses mystically;
somehow creating a fear bond.

In a flash, tides pull inwardly;
like a typhoon,
Pulling the water glowingly
It is all sucked in so soon.

Water spinning, air is twirling, circle steady,
The big leaves fall, yet ....!
As eight-legged beings go down dancing,
A rhythm is formed, uniform and steadily.

Moving now, a hexagon bounces,
the sight! The Seriousness!
The GO-moment as they do raise
Base down, ass up, and here it goes.

It goes blank,
it goes dark,
It then comes back to you,
A world portal-ed, lit with new hues.