To the Cities They Marched

Lofty notions ruffled amongst the rustics, reaching amongst the less broody of the brunch. As the cities held the wealth of the dreams, the men clambered upon the star lights and the moon beams. Grasping in vain of the growls of their plump old wives, they moved and found solitude in sorrow amongst the grey curling mass of a myriad of broken lives. They grazed amongst the smut of the shadows and sank beneath the cracks. By a city they had been betrayed. Nothing now but skies of greys of the sodden slaves sleeping on sadness and sorrow.