corrupted city

Anonymous Struckd User

Within the gates, the cobblestones are clean, A silver silence haunts the garden square. The fountains hum a melody serene, As if the world were still and stable there. No dust disturbs the velvet of the chair, No shadow flickers on the white-washed wall; A frozen peace, a breath of stagnant air, While just beyond, the heavens start to fall. Look up, and see the city’s bones take flight,