The evening is warm And she dances and sings, Seductively swirling her skirts Sparkling with city lights.
Clinking glasses, Cheerful chatter, The luring lilt of her song Backed by the booming bass Bouncing from her clubs.
They call her Mother City. No nurturing, protective mother, she; Nor lady. A vamp, temptress; She fills the night With her lascivious dance.
Stories of her joy abound; Proselytes drawn from miles around. Bring hopes And dreams. Best also bring Your skills and strength, For she will rend the weak To shreds.
Before the black fades from the sky, Her lights pale; Their sparkle gone. She loses interest in the throng; Slinks off with petulant sigh. Leaving you to fend and fight, She roars in her nightmarish Sleepless night.
Shrieks of anger and anguish Replace her nymphish song. She burps onto pavements Ghouls with machetes, batons and hate.
Once her evening dance is through, She has no further interest in you. If you don’t have a place to belong Outside her revelling throng She’ll throw you under her shoe, To lie fractured, shattered, To join her ghoulish crew.