You stood tall and proud
Your voice clear and loud
Withstood the hands of time
With all your winds of Rhyme
And with your winding streets
At which no ends meet
I'm lost in your memory
Found in your discovery
City that's bona fide
Beautiful Alicante
With soaring towers made of glass
Protect the city from those who trespass
But wards were broken
The Unspeakable was spoken
Demons ran rampant through the streets
While fear like rain fell in sheets
After a thousand years
You finally shed your tears
And though you lie crumbled and defeated on the hill
You remain, the Shadowhunter's home still
And I still see your towers that burn
Violet clouds that roil and churn
Fragile, and guards no longer from those who trespass
You remain, my broken
City of glass