This malice has returned to tear asunder great walls,
to betray its path and wander somewhere that most already are,
a figurative display of human emotion,
wrapped up carefully in its own affliction.

presuming the previous was true,
the assumption would be that a path held lightly set itself free,
bound in chains and desperate for attention.

such absolution seemed unlikely,
but altogether undeniable,
like the scourge of a plague upon the countryside
a landscape decorated in scorched trees,
that hung like a noose around the neck of our city.