these are the BROKEN REMAINS of a medieval fortress city
WALLS proved used useless
against its aerial DESTRUCTION
BOMBS have
SEVERED its bridges and ERASED all life from its facades
IRON BARS and RUSTY CHAINS
separate us from the world, the world from us
COLD
it can get so very COLD, trapped in its tunnels the
WIND BOMBARDING
your soul
CAVERNS
would strike FEAR in even the bravest of soldiers
GATES
relieve its heavy WALLS, yet their words form
WALLS of their own
DEAD
are remembered, here and there, their GRAVESTONES
waiting to be seen
some structures
remember yesteryear's nightmares and have learned to
adapt of DIE:
SHIELDED pedways PROTECT its citizens from the enemy,
and
HANGARS let the sky know we will be ready the next time
TROOPS
FLEE in and out of its WALLS, braving the oncoming
hordes of its mechanical MOATS
CRUMBLING, RUSTING, ROTTING
the SEVERITY of its EDGES tries to conceal these
SCARS
what was once GREEN, ALIVE
is now streaked with paths of DEAD BROWN, TRAMPLED
asunder by the boots of scrambling civilians
we live in a city of WALLS
to PROTECT what is BROKEN from further DESTRUCTION
to PROTECT what is OUTSIDE from what lurks within.
*(The original TEXT was in a multitude of special FONTS and the original spacing was also different from what appeared in the actual Journal, as well as here. Sorry Lee.)
