In the city, with the river
the water with blood,
from all the resting,
flows out to the ocean;
all that flowing.

Skyline raining down from
above, betrays the
city stench, flowing free.
With Neon lights all above
the tall peaks.

Where once was the fishes
Underneath clouds,
Rain comes in from
the Eastern winds hard blowing,
free flowing.

A lonely song, for lonely
time, decaying
with the rusted metal
of scattered war dog debris,
debris resting…

For some chosen wielder
with the right touch.