Many a high and quite menacing 
towering halls of the city square
residents take up its vaults 
illuminated by the red crescents 

The wind chills the warm hearts
pumping life through the veins 
of the tenants in the crimson square 
in a city not forgotten, but avoided 

Dawn abrupt waits to be heard
as the night refuses to give him
space to talk 
For the hours go on and on
and the shadows grow farther 
as if the sun is giving up taking center stage 

The glow was warm in the city's heart
for a place that is less warming than frightful 
at last welcome memory repose 
and I will take familiarity over delightful