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