Beautiful Creatures

There's a knot in my gut

As I gaze out today

On the planes of the city

All polychrome grey

When the skin is peeled of it

What is there to say?

The beautiful creatures are going away

Like a dam on a river

My conscience is pressed

By the weight of hard feelings

Piled up in my breast

The callous and vicious things

Humans display

The beautiful creatures are going away

Why? Why?

From the stones of the fortress

To the shapes in the air

To the ache in the spirit

We label despair

We create what destroys,

Bind ourselves to betray

The beautiful creatures are going away