So majestic your rising a beacon to many.
Your fame reached across the waters.
Towering above the city a target more than any.
Still, you kept your vigil.
Your claim to fame a height all could see.
Souls were held as your captives.
They linger yet, though you can’t be.
You were stolen by a thief.
The dust now settled but hearts not healed.
How long will it take to deliver?
The memory lingers and long is sealed.
A nation in mourning its anger revealed.