The Fortress Sitting on a Hill

The Fortress Sitting on a Hill

This city is a fortress

Seething

Reliving

Revolting

Avenging the slaughter

Of its long lost kin

 

 

And the nights are alive

With once silent agony

Foaming true to the surface

From the earth’s old scars

 

 

Scattered voices scream

For a stillness to prevail

Only when the night lunges

For their lineage, their stake

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