Leaving the city,
Leaving the ruins.
The two head off,
Into allusion.
To a land much grand,
Than this city which stands,
The first place we have seen in this land.
Oh how is it to always escelate?
This place is but a frog in the well accepting its fate?
Oh how much grander her home is than this?
A lot yet Waring,
How has this not fallen into the abyss?