The citadel : And then a new city was built......

The citadel comes crashing down with a reverbrating sound,
At the heart of the city there is a wound.
The oncoming army marches on.
Shouting and trampling,till the beginning of dawn.
Night looms large,night looms dark.
There is no moon,the darkness absolutely stark.
Loot and plunder,death and murder.
With such heinous crimes the walls do shudder.
The strong fortress comes crashing down.
There is blood and destruction in place of the beautiful town.
Can you hear the shrieks,the blood-curdling war-cries?
They reach upto the heavens,reverbrate throught the skies.
But this is life you say, the way its meant to be.
You have to break and fall before life's meaning you can even begin to see.
The citadel is annihilated with all the people inside.
For another chance,just another shot,its people cried.
But the warring tribes came on coming,
With merciless vengeance they kept on attacking.
At long last peace prevailed.
The city was quiet, nobody wailed.
Soon there were fires burning all around.
Licking at the old walls, crackling with a loud sound.
ANd then there were none left but the wall.
It too was burnt and degraded signifying the great city's fall.
But life is in motion,it has to go on.
But to all dark nights,there isnt a dawn.
Where the citadel once was,a new city was built.
A new city was built,without the slightest guilt.
The citadel was forgotten,razed to the ground.
The spirits of the citadel never made any protesting sound.
The new city was much better than the old.
The poor old citadel left its misery forever untold.
The walls came up again,sturdy and strong.
The masons worked hard on it ,all night long.
New houses were built,new people came to live.
There was new hope,new reason to believe.
The grass grew green to cover the burned patches,
You could hear laughter,if only in snatches.
And then came the rain ,washed away the blood,
There was new reason to hope,flowers to bud.
The citadel was forgotten very soon enough.
But to kill its spirit would indeed be tough.
The citadel lives on in its single burned wall.
The now-broken pieces that once stood tall.
Spirits roam around but hey never cause harm.
There is nothing around them to cause the citizen's alarm.
The new city lived in peace,but oh so knave!
It never once came to know it was founded on the citadel's grave.