Time and the City
The artist found it fanciful to film the city lights
On a Sunday morning when all yet slept.
She wondered what stories these flares might tell
As she sped the frames to write the tale.
Skies became fiery to celebrate another rise
Of this terrifying star though it brought life.
Comfortable within the palace of her years
Far above the chaos she lives a new ecstasy.
Some say these are the same ideals repeated
As they began under Hellenistic skies.
She should know for she has journeyed
Valiantly through so many eras.
A smirk ventures upon her magical lips for
She already understands what the book will tell.
Descendent of Olympus on the peaks of Gotham
She feels eternity in her infinite exile.
No one recognizes her in the urban space
Timeless as her own domain.
The lights will continue their path to the edge
Of the world she made forgotten of time.
Generations will perish under her watchful eye
Faithful to a script prescribed before all things commenced.
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