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Reclaimed steed of steel and soul carry souls paired and unbound, depths abandoned for light above. She rest 'gainst saviors back, flesh and blood evidence of life and spirit. Ambition and pride break the wind before them as her gaze passes to passing streets, lost to un halted flooding, souls minute finding shelter in the body of the false rivers embrace. The looming towers above casting deep and cooling shadows upon all beneath them. Windswept words carry promises eager and honest, presence gifting honesty and care to passenger content as city's boundary passed, gaping gates left sundered by the passing ages.

Youth's Fury held within heartless walls heralds a new coming, the masses surge, life restored, ambition ignited, facades broken. Burnt and charred, they rise again, their will restored, the youth driving the wise and the able as the shattered facade, struggling to hold steady, to enforce it's tyrant logic is torn asunder, glass and fire shatter together and rods and cudgels are rent from the city's flesh of stone and steel as anarchy cries for sweet release, Chaos ever at it's side to drive the change. Stagnant death is driven back, tumultuous life once more unbound as once lost lights and hopes and dreams light up the night, and cast day upon the darkness. Shadows deepen, as they are driven and invaded, vibrancy unmatched by unmoving lack of care. Steed of steel and soul, carry heralds souls free from their work, the City gates imposing bulk hinders not their departure.

A rolling grey path, broad and worn. Rolling, spinning wheels of freedom bound to an engine of vibrant youth, and unchallenged passion carries a young pair down the highway, the hill crests, the city looms behind them, it's technologic wonder and splendor rotting and pitted in the setting sun, but the road carries on, up, forward and into the bright reaches where all light reaches, and all things are raw and pure, aged and honest.

Mountain path hardly traveled, rocks ground low, and stones rough hewn, two souls now entwined, and steed of steel watch as distant city lights with golden flames, their view a mile high as dust dances freely and wildly on the winds. Golden burning light shows the city's energetic metamorphosis as a new order is carved from the old, as the aged passes to make way for new life and soul. the city remade in youth's harsh image.

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