The Death Spiral (Dark Invitation)

A million soldiers blindly crawl, Obeying the chemical's heavy call No eyes to see the route ahead, They track the scent of the marching dead The leader turns and meets the tail, And locks the swarm in a circular trail The pheromone guides every friend, Into a loop that has no end A spiral closing on its own, Until they drop upon the stone The Death Spiral! The endless wheel! A prison they can only feel! They walk the circle round and round, And starve upon the barren ground A tragic loop, an endless stream, Caught inside a marching dream! They cannot stop, they cannot rest, Condemned by nature’s cruelest test If one steps out, the scent pulls back, The wanderer to the cursed track A whirlpool made of legs and jaws, Defeating all survival laws The Death Spiral! The endless wheel! A prison they can only feel! They walk the circle round and round, And starve upon the barren ground A tragic loop, an endless stream, Caught inside a marching dream! No enemy has struck them down, They drown within their insect town Just blind obedience to the scent, Until their fragile strength is spent The finest army ever known, Will perish walking on their own! The circle spins, the soldiers fall, A monument to nature's call The endless wheel And still they march