Red brick castles belch murderous crows into the sky,
Raining deadly ash on bowed heads and hunched shoulders,
Smoke-hued birds of prey swooping towards cobbled streets
Where pale-faced and haunted creatures scurry
And scrabble in the mud of their toils
The click-clack of wheels and hooves a hammering drone
Drowns the cries of infants starving in gutters filled with detritus
Oh great city, that bloody hands have wrought.
This monument to sewage and filth.
A bustling metropolis with a heart of ruin,
The lives of your denizens hide the face of your tomb.
Countless weary feet traverse your wicked alleys
And cold chambers, treading over the rotting corpses
Of those lost souls sacrificed to construct you.
Woe is man, who has built this dark god,
To slave away his days in bondage to,
Only to be consumed by this monster
When the burden of his labor has broken him,
And he finally falls below.