Detached and disinterested
Bound together with no need to engage
In the exploits of outside factions
Selfish indulgence drowns out the external woes

Within their own utopia?
They love the lie

But only footsteps away
A violent mass takes shape
Slithering closer, a serpent poised to strike
It seeks only to devour

A single heartbeat missing
They choose to disregard the sign
An omen of the coming storm
So near, merely biding its time

Their narcissistic passions cannot
Mask the extrinsic truth
Their carnal den will become a charnel prison
But they remain, unconcerned
Withering in careless bliss
Their screams of lust masking the cries of war

No longer insular, it seems
They sense the end of all they know
Reality disrupts the dream
From deep below

As the delusion shatters
They face a single certainty
Withdraw from isolation
Or become forgotten casualties

Survival outweighing all other cravings
They choose to abandon their lair
Far from attack of the chaos, claiming their refuge
With cunning skill they exit
Unseen by violent eyes
Seeking their allies who will not stand for such insolence