So, this one didn’t win me the prize I sent it in for, I hope you still like it.
I used to live in a city under shadows of death It used to be the home of my dreams A city built of bones and flesh A city whose song was made of our screams I used to love a girl under shadows of death She used to be the love of my life A girl made of blood and hate A girl whose song was the blade of her knife We used to dream of a future under shadows of death It used to be the dream of a day A future dreamt of murder and blood A future whose song would be death and decay The shadows of death took my girl for them And I buried my life with her And I buried my home with her It burned before my eyes‘ stare Shattered were our dreams And shattered was our love No longer would her knife‘s blade fly She‘d move no longer, gracious like the dove I learned hate for a city under shadows of death It used to be the home of my dreams