Niarytic Kroywen- The Prequel

A hush of auditory wailing

Signals an ominous deluge; a city failing
A suave stranger, surrounded by amber light
Determined, seeking; in the murky marsh night
A daunting, damaged, towering figure
Lashed by liquid darts, programmed to find her
Advances towards a rippling, revealing sight
Collectively illuminated, it cleverly allows her to hide
He, ever more alert, tramples on urban vermin,
Desperate for a revealing, secret sermon
Passing the glare of cosmic, golden scars
Within which dwells shadows of passengers past
She, obediently hailing expectant taxis,
Musically satisfied after Angelos and Maxis,
Blissfully unaware of the debonair assailant,
Clutches a sparkling sapphire pendant; by a secret lover sent
Momentarily suspended, her senses awake
A familiar feeling stirs, one she cannot shake,
Reluctantly sensing a figure so astute,
A questionable reputation hard to refute
Instinctively programmed to flee,
Her muscles like lead, in a desperate hurry,
Frantically seeking the secret stone of rouge
Marking a preordained, ruby escape route
A blend of sprawling urban palette
Distorting the sight of a deadly mallet,
Expertly hidden from view,
Onlookers blinded, by a mlange of architectural hue
Niarytic Kroywen once again masking
Its dark, unknown labyrinth everlasting,
Inhabitants brainwashed, never questioning,
The clever mastering of their intellectual culling
Echoes of urban jungle victims
Huddled within bloodsucking, corporate systems,
Aimlessly wandering through this endless farce,
The taxis like solar flares, emitting, creating
A self-reflective, blinding mirage!