*in the city of eternal dusk, the skyline twists and turns, reflecting streets upon streets of molten 
dreams- the skyscrapers, those castles in the distance; oh so effortlessly they pierce the clouds;
our flickering lights’ perpetual battle: drowning out the oncoming night- see me, see me, the
pleas reverberating across the soulless waters, their reflections sinking, sinking without a trace-
the peculiar scents of the frenzied beauty in this fleeting place, wilting roses and dashed hopes;
the cry of the almost, of what could have been, if only-
the vanity of a few, one old woman’s curse; isn’t it funny, how quickly the tables turn?
glimmering jewels reflected in her fiery eyes, a false accusation; her tears, firestorms; a city
engulfed- crumbling brick memories
if only they had known-
if only, now, the stars weren’t crashing, walls closing in on half-hearted desperation and partially
doused flames; if only they’d listened, the deafening silence before the fall unseen; if only time
wasn’t a one-way road; even the fires couldn’t take back thoughtless words;
trampled dandelion wishes too frail to carry the weight of the holes in a once transcendent
tapestry of living- a cautionary warning- but dead stars can tell no tales
the inferno dies, darkness falls; it lingers, for all eternity