The rapture caught them all
You see it was meant to enthral
As the music made them sway
And through it they could not get away
They could think of nothing else
Except the pulsing rhythm within themselves
Standing there and staring forward
The control was total and untoward
The new weapon had its borders though
And would mean there may be a time to go
If they could get out of range of the rapture
Perhaps there would be some who weren't captured.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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