In the city's heart, where politics roar,
A fayad's whisper drowned by debates.
While leaders bickered, scores to settle more,
The quiet waters claimed, devoid of fates.

Echoes faint amidst the halls of power,
Lost cries that ambition swept away.
Under the guise of a crucial hour,
A spectre of neglect held solemn sway.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Aeguary, in the year 950 AF.