It was a big city, say the towering spires
Covered in still, broken clockwork;
And influential, say the surrounding villages.
Technically prosperous, but living in fear,
Say the people still looking over their shoulders
At the ghost of the towering city on the horizon;
But not because it was their enemy, say the banners
Tattered, but still showing the towers' emblems.
The city was divided, say the walls
Showing the clear line between districts
With different banners hung, and magic reigned here
Say dusty runes and scrolls long robbed of their power
They fought, say the prowling mechanical beasts
Patrolling old, forgotten borders, and they died,
Say the bones strewn about like twigs.
They were trapped, say the city gates barred from outside.
Something came through here, says the empty city
On the plain of fearful people. The cracked and fallen tower,
Says it was no mere man; the creaking clockwork
Still trying to turn says it tore out the city's heart.
And the soul? Remnants of spells fizzle in dark corners
Like the small bits of the city's soul, devoured – a shade,
A monstrous humanoid and a foul, oozing denizen,
A specter of a young boy. Something came through here, they say.