Note: this was written by me, peidran, 2000.08.08. More can be font at <http://dreadnaught.editthispage.com/poetry/>. Enjoy!

What shapes the new cities' walls,
flavours its food and drink,
and accents our Western speech -
it is a fear that we, in our fiery beauty
are made of the same stuff
as the walls of this crumbling castle.

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