Riverfront, riverfront
Years have gone and withered
Flowers all like autumn leaves
Like the flowers, I will miss her
Riverfront, riverfront
The fish are belly-up and bloated
Blood lining the water by the shore
A scene of life in holding
Riverfront, riverfront
I see from afar like a raven above
The sky is painted in a haze of orange
A tale of illness and-or lack thereof
Riverfront, riverfront
Bones now used for charms
The Outsider is please of this
"The weepers will do much harm"
Riverfront, riverfront
I've seen it all come to pass
Like years of plague and reckoning
I know it's yet to last
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Ysenia: Poetry from the Darkness of Dunwall
PoetrySome poetry loosely based off of Dishonored 1. This is in 3 parts.
