Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
A little odd, though.
Every day, I look toward the River and see my sister’s broken body.
I remember when she was beautiful and whole, and her lanes teemed with life.
I remember when her Dome of Stars rose proudly above her rooftops, when the Kings lived in her Great Hall, and all was joy and light within her walls.
Now she lies in ruins, haunting me. All that she was is destroyed;my once lively, graceful sister is overrun with foul beasts who treat her only with contempt.
I wish I could see her again. I wish that one day, she would be healed.