The salamanders gather in the dark
Holds unserviceable conference
Perhaps the hopeless chameleon
Might keep on facing endless glitches

They are
Which also dine with this wane fellow
That will surrender its soul to foes
With their lifeless desires

Triumphant looks at no face
Hopefully, this unlikeable chameleon down a cliff

Will flourish and excel in a camouflage
Leaving the salamanders putting on grieved faces