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Chris Mumford

City of Glass pt.1

There is a city in the heart of Hiladhell,

Constructed solely of glass;

No wood or stick, or masons brick,

Nor decorations of brass;

Imposing structures bore crystal-esque design,

Ancient structures, affected not by time;

Transparent and free,

Is our fine ci-tee;

For we can see you,

And they all can me;

The suns reflection boasts a blinding white light,

Directed to the towns square;

A beautiful center with plentiful feasts,

And maidens both kind and fair;

And safe is this city, as safe as can be,

Free from all violence and robbery;

But what is the price - we shall soon see,

In the city of glass as safe as can be;

None shall pass with secret intention,

Through the city of glass;

None shall walk with hidden direction,

Even if silently they pass;

Through the ages travellers have told tales of terror,

Which have taken place in the city of glass;

Stories of hell - rising up,

Of evil emerging from the neighboring mountains pass;

But I can say, that the time I have spent here,

Has been different than that described in these tales;

Quite lovely and peaceful, all its people quite equal,

Down to the smallest details;

Its ruler is kind,

His right to rule, blessed by divines;

We call him our master,

For him, the morning sun shines;

From Master we gather,

All things that we need;

He frees us from the burdens,

Of our natural greed;

I need not be jealous of things my neighbor has,

Things are most fair here, in the City of Glass;

And were all quite happy here, in the City of Glass,

Just ask of any citizen, that you are likely pass;

For if you seek no troubles,

No troubles seek you;

For this city is a family,

Agitators wont do;

But there is man in the city of glass,

Who I’ll have you know skipped middays mass;

This is a message to any who may have seen him,

Come forward at-once or your fate to shall be-grim;

To be continued….