Poetry: Ding!, The Golden Lady Sings
Perhaps the one with the best vantage point in a city as wild and twisted as Pianto City is the golden bell tower, which is known to sing at every hour.
The golden lady sings -
Her steady tune carrying forward the day -
While the sunken beneath her pray.
She screamed out on the downswing -
As the merchants counted their coin -
And the half-dressed, now awakened, join.
This time calling out for king -
Overlooking his sovereignty -
As he had been consumed with imported mahogany.
Her final ring -
She sits and awaits the hour -
From her vantage point above the bell tower.