Lucca W. // OVERSEAS

South of the long lake lies
A city surrounded by rock
A tower looms over the sky
Casting shadows over every block

Both lake and city are struck by storm
And thunder cracks as hail becomes thorns

Coastal waters rise and crash
As skyward islands start to quake
The calmest waves whip and thrash
And harrows the deep, blue lake

The tower stands devoid of pain
As buildings are befallen with rain
The ice cold water blitz urban sprawl
As rivers run down cracked asphalt

But bitter clouds won’t stay for long
As westerly winds push them on.
And civilization can start anew
The restart seems quite overdue

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