Clean;
spotless and clean
yet the stench of decay
lingers still.
Winding;
paths travelled only
by refuse and desperate
escaping the ooze.
Thin;
thin spiderlike pipes
connect everywhere,
feeding it.
Many;
Many places to
hide and hide and hide
from all unseen.
End;
this is the end of so
much life in Sharn
ferried away
into water,
into rivers,
into oozes,
into the dark.