The Reclaim

Many a year had passed.

A century shrouded in a aura of mystery,

Since civilisation jerked to a grinding halt.

The city remained lifeless,

Its buildings watched in helpless abandonment.

Flora revelled in their new found territory,

Sprouting stealthily in every crack ,

as if starved of space.

Creepers crept craftily up the walls,
Fettering the houses in its tight grip,
Stifling the phantom voices of children
who had once giggled inside.
They had lacked the prescient knowledge
that their times would be eventually
Forsaken, forgotten and now forfeited.
Beasts strayed with audacity,
Dogs missed their master's comfort,
Their savage instincts revived,
Making their primeval ancestors proud.
Unkempt grass carpeted the cobbled paths,
as if covering up a dark secret.
Raging winds weakened the mighty bridges,
Instigating their doomed collapse,
Concrete being devoured by the river under.
Nature was reclaiming her supremacy,
Trampling on the remnants of the usurper.
She wanted to erase the vilifying symbols
which indicated her past defeat.
It was her time to reign, forever.

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