Neon Haiku

Were you there that night,When the lights died in Neon?When the gods cursed them?
Did you see them fall,the star-towers and sky-homes?Did you watch them die?
The city's proud folk,undone by their own hubris,condemned to shadow.
No light can shine there,not candle or torch or lamp.Now darkness rules there.
But Neon lives onin a peculiar fashionof its own making.
Misery is gold.At least when it's not your own.Suffering is silver.
Folk come to Neon,to gaze at its lost wonders,to stare at its folk.
Some come there to hide.Some come to be forgotten.And some come to die.
Neon welcomes them,as graveyards welcome the dead.But some come and live.
Death begats new life.Neon fell but it rises,it lurches to life.
From the Water Marchto the great Fallen Palace,the city rises.
The merchants gatherin Downmarket and Gloom Street.The city rises.
Priests whisper prayersasking the gods for mercy.The city rises.
In the deep shadows,rogues go about their dark work.The city rises.
The carrion mensell corpses fresh from their graves.The city rises.
Whores of every stripeoffer dark pleasures for gold.The city rises.
Watchmen walk the streets,alert for any trouble.The city rises.
Urchins beg sweetlyfrom every shadowed doorway.The city rises.
Adventurers comebraving the dark, hunting fame.The city rises.