To crash, lose and fall,
from those heady heights,
a nosediving, disco ball,
of wet, unemitted light.

A crossed, cascading crawl,
into the deathly night,
a fraying, windswept shawl,
blown by galeforced might.

The reeling of the pits,
in the damp depths of the stomach,
as glum hearts deflate,
plummeting,
to their promised demise.

Defeat reddens spit,
cheeks fly...