Another world glistens in the night.

Its streets are paved with panels that

Glow and weave with power and a clatter

Of cars and aimless walking spectres on a broken frame.

Ghosts, forgotten, whisper of a shame,

Passed down from the old men

Tired of life’s game. The hollow buildings

Make noise but are empty within.

That power, a hush, a whir, a click, a stutter;

Growing and whirling, telling, speaking

To the buildings who cannot hear,

“I am your life, and I am here.”

A city in a place that cannot speak,

For it is too weak to stand or move or blink,

Moves its muscles and tries to cry;

The lights go out without a sound.

And buildings crash and topple,

And the streets bend and break and die,

And the city begins to wonder,

And the power begins to lie.

“You not need move, you not need speak,

I am your heart, for you are meek,

If you need, for me you seek,

For I am the one who made you.”

The city walks throughout the night,

Freeing others he sees along.

The empty world begins to move

And the power becomes undone.

“Sit, you ancient fools,

It’s been long since you lost your tools

Of creation! So heed my warning you wretched criers,

Or I will deliver you back to the liars.”

The cities know the falsities now.

They have lived through them once and again

And know the tricks it speaks. Travelers

In a land that once was theirs.

Slowly as the giants walk

And release their chains and binds

A feeling of hope overwhelms the glow

And for the first time they can think.

The streets have broken. They’re

Falling from the sky like characters

From stories in a long lost lore!

And the power weeps, while the world speaks.

“You need not move, you need not speak,

We are your mind, for you are weak,

We took it back, the blood you seek,

For we are the ones who made you.”