In my many travels, such a city I’ve not seen,
So outstanding in magnificence than the golden city in-between.

Airships chug by with the engine of the wind djinn,
Billowing tides crash upon the city’s colossal underpin.

The lords of this place clash, thunderous lashings of luminous matter,
Deafening outbursts, causing white mist to shatter and scatter.

Chariots of fire enlighten the azure skies,
The surface of clouds, echoing angelic war cries.

The great Thunderhead burrows into a blossoming bloom,
To emerge once again to swallow sun and moon.

To have seen such a place, surely a mortal wish come true,
Lockwind, city between green earth and eternal blue.

Β© Sayer Teller