Swinging up above the war stricken ground

She stares into the horizon at the fog,

Which is covering up every inch of the city.

Taking the beauty from the sunset,

And the view from before her eyes.

Looking out in a window to someplace new,

It isn’t New York as she knows it

The Empire state burned down

And it’s remains have fallen where others stumble

In shock that a city has collapsed.

There is a tear falling from her left eye,

As home has broken into pieces,

She can hardly call it her favourite place.

But she is forced to swing above the ruins,

Watching the memories flood past her eyes.

Remembering what New York used to be,

A bustling city filled with such happiness

All of it has disappeared within a blink

But she does, closes her eyes for a second

To think of the city alive and not deserted

There is no longer sounds of car horns,

No longer screams or birds chirping.

New York has become a haven for danger.

What lurks beneath her feet,

Is a city in ruins.

High above the city, she thinks.

What this place used to be.