And so I thought of Everville as the sun climbed into the sky
It started from such a simple thing, a crossroads in my heart.
North ran the Street of Happiness, east the Street of Lovers
South the Lane of Forgetfulness, west the Way of the Silver Towers
Inside this cross Everville was born.
Everville grew through the arc of noon and soon her buildings gleamed
Halls and malls and stalls and walls, the like of which had never been seen
Gardens and trees and living things, the sounds of laughter and joy
Supported by the fruitful earth and the few who called her home
From a single stone Everville was grown.
People came to Everville as the sun slid into the west
Guided by her promise of hope and a lust to be counted amongst the best.
The logic of that lust is inexorable, like the stranglehold of fate
For those who did not love Everville the only thing left was hate.
On a single word Everville was turned.
Night fell on Everville like a judgement and a curse
The lovers departed, the towers were deserted and justice became just abuse.
Everville lives for a day or an age, for as long as her hate is sustained
Her shadow stalks the tears of the world as she deals out her currency of pain.
When he shadow’s forgotten Everville is reborn.
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