To see you when the fires stop burning,
To see you when it is done.
The city we raised and razed together,
The world which won't stop turning.

Defeat is vicious to your mind
Intellect cannot stand
To see the paper cities burn,
To see your dreams and mine.

I sit here at my brother's stone
Beneath which he doth rest.
I fiddled upon our rooftops
While the Visigoths sacked Rome.