Sin City

My

………………………Nonno                                                                      once

……………………………………………………………………told me                                  a story                                                                              about                       a kingdom                                                                                                       called

…………………………………………………………the Roman                                           Em-pyre

…………………………it          was                                          the strongest…………………………….v

……………………………………………………………………………………………………..  ………………e

…………………………………………………………….Towards………………………………………………….r                      ……………………………..

…………………………………………………..its peak casted    down a silhouette of

ambition. Blinded by greed      accompanied with plumes of smoke

armor of gold combined with steel swords.    Once, distinguished as pride, now

melted into a creation that thundered into a casket.       Hellfire rained above the heavens

and earth. God fighting the injustice, they so called Democracy.   Scattering like roaches beneath

ash covered sky. The most feared Empire has now       feared itself from destruction. If only they

knew their path to devouring other’s lands came back    to devour them whole. What sweet irony.

A ring of fire encircled like a halo, incasing the city   like a museum. No, a prison. A sarcophagus

entombed by flame and ash, turning people     to stone. The sins coming back to haunt the dead

only to be misconstrued as an act from God.   For power never last’s, it will always fleet like ash.