Immortal ***ers

This field of ashen and cannibal cracks
A very dim light, the scenario refracts
As clouds of dust fly free in the air
A word in middle, revealed an Altair
The wrath of someone flared as a storm
A chaotic land no rules nor norm

As this Altair stood in middle of void
Giving up he must avoid
Despite of vim’s mighty flamboyance
Respect’s a bozo neither he glance
As his golden metals morphs to rust
Ignorant winds, insults of disgust

With thins snow whipping so hard and strong
Volcanoes erupt, patience he prolong
His valor dies of dumb atmosphere
Clouds of dust cover him with fear