Darkness, save for the light from the
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
A building's there upon the
Memories gush and cannot wait
To fill, to infiltrate and to choke
Battles are fought suspended in
Lost and worn and battle torn
It let goes its hold.
A truck overturned, an accident
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.