A Victorian hue hangs over this land
Casting a long dark shadow
There are less buildings now
Hidden by steel and glass behemoths
The dark decrepit buildings of our youth now gone
Shadows long and moving fast
As turbines spin
Chasing cars like crazy airborne demons
Where coal was once the driving force
The harvest now is wind
Avarice
Still King
Heritage junkies
Scoring architectural wonders
Palaces of bling
Venerating the best and worst of men
