Prologue
There was a city,
Where steel towers bloom instead of flowers.
Where people knew the sun only by name,
Where hearts knew no warmth.
Where upon its people was bestowed
-- A prophecy.
There was a city,
Where an immortal once set his feet upon,
Through her alley, he waltzes,
Passing by its square he narrates,
And by the crowd, he sang–
--An elegy.
Beautiful, he was!
But indeed the city had never seen such beauty
A bewilderment they never know they don’t know,
Yet a novelty they refuse to see
And thus began the first verse of destruction.
--Prompted by vanity.
And it was too much for them.
Then they began to resent the change;
Then they began rising in anger and jealousy,
In their need of comfort, they turn to destruction.
Just as how the immortal said, just as how he sang–
--’Twas a city of tragedy.
And so the single soul was sought after
So he may be killed and peace may be restored.
Lo and behold, in their fear of destruction they destroy,
Through fear they fulfill their fall
Of the second verse ever told in the song–
--Of demise and irony
Stone to pebble, pebble to dust,
And so the single soul was sought after, to no avail
By every nook and by every cranny,
Blind they were not, but before their eyes, he was lost.
Leaving only traces of sorrow, and
Insanity.
