Darkness, save for the light from the
beating moon
The faceless puddles among the ground
The moon among clouds can be found

The buildings are empty possibly a ruse
A finishing touch the Superior could not
The separation of light and dark
Upon a street named the 'Brink
of Despair.'
A building's there upon the
highest place.

Memories gush and cannot wait
To fill, to infiltrate and to choke
the mind.

Battles are fought suspended in
Lost and worn and battle torn
It let goes its hold.

A truck overturned, an accident
no doubt.
A preventive measure to keep
The curious from venturing too
From seeing the rest of the city.

You move to the left the only
way to go.
Among the street to the castle
As white as snow.
Searching for a meaning.