Night of Fire

Breath is Life, lacking breath is lacking life.
This fact is at the core of your soul when
You purge the liquid from your throat, your lungs,
And lift your body up from the cold ground.
The haze is slow to exorcise itself,
Reveal'd before you is a wretched and
Forsaken alley hidden in the depths
And bowels of Our Fair Lord's City-State,
The kind of alley you have never seen,
Considering your home is clear across
The city's heart, on raised heights
To best display the power and the wealth
Of Father Cerberus, long standing Guard
And Holder of all truth. "To home, young soul,
To home, to comfort," all you hear in your
Mind is this, this call, this drive to seek out
One who can give you guidance, give you help
Remembering how you came to exist
In such a horrid, putrid place as this.