The lights went out and the city began to fold
The crafting of a story waiting to be told, no matter the price it is sold
Grown old in this splendid isolation, a new chapter depicting secrets too severe to be believed
Decieved in the act of peace, receiving only the opposite which consisted of pure grief.
The lights went out and the silence commenced its’ rule, sinister in nature, foreboding and cruel.
The lights went out as the new rule began to rise, marking a new dawn lacking in a sunrise.
This was, after all, part of the prize.
The reckoning has begun, a new revolution on the rise
The lights went out and darkness fell, igniting the fires of an ancient long rebellion.
The grand illusions summarising a masterpiece of delusions, the silence of surrender bellows loudly for all to hear.
The lights went out
No clouds to be seen, the sky is black and very prestine, yet no stars twinkle above in what use to be a heavenly gleam.
The lights went out as the city gave way, an unsightly ruin remains of once beautiful streets all left to decay.
Tis a waste and yet was no other way, hollow justification for a guilty mind lead astray, come what may all must be obeyed, as the lights went out and erased the dawn for another day.