Two Cities
Atop a hill of ice and snow
There sits two cities built long ago
One of black, an ominous place
The other of gold and captivating grace
People journey from near and far
To see a view entirely without par
A castle of obsidion, made to last
And an elegant town, of light and glass
Rarely appearing to those that seek
Caring not if they are strong or weak
But if you travel in the frozen waste
You may find yourself eventually faced
With a view on which few mortals have layed eye
Majestic beauty under the endless blue sky
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