Vegas sight, Vegas fright

The trees wave hello as I slowly enter the valley.
Strange for one who is a stranger himself, a land of mystery awaits.

The crowd on long stretch linger in passage of the bright.
Movement, a ballet of steel blowing against the wind.

Desert dinosaurs sleep outside the civilized world.
Past contributers to traps raised high.

The cloked ones in droves to capture the natural pavement.
Take from the top to give to the friends back home.

Colors fly high in here, no confusion just expansion pockets.
More crimson juice to share with the buried.

Mystery in sand pours together the past and present hand.
What happens, remains in darkness.