Children lay around about ripped and cut in twain,
Analehks' creations, as precious as her blood,
A life of effort was it really all in vain,
This place of paradise now nought but shattered wood.
For the people of her town she'd done all she could,
Crafted water pumps and geared chains ingenious,
Laboured until every craft she truly understood,
The ease of life she offered had seemed miraculous.
But the empire had turned its eye, dark and malicious,
Upon this new emerging strength seeing a new threat,
Fell upon this growing town with rage, harsh and vicious,
Analehk stood powerless for all her toil and sweat.
This busy town could not believe that this them would befall,