The Dubstep Pilgrim's Nightly Beat

When bassresounds within the shadowed hall,

And vibrates deep through night’s assembled thrall,

The dubstep sounds conceal the solemn moon,

In heavenly spheres where songs hold harb’ried tune.

With beats that stumble, shake the ground alway,

To echoeth joy midst groundwork, night and day,

Like Muses’ whisper, beats do whisper more,

Those pilgrims gather, bound by music’s lore.

To Siren’s call the revelers incline,

As tones that rend the air our hearts entwine.