Industrial Revolution

The Curious steps/ 

I take in small bounds/ 

The midnight hounds howling high/ 

Their darkened voices reaching the sky/ 

I walk along this unfamiliar path/ 

In the river Styx I take my bath/ 

Weakness has never derived from me/ 

I stare out into the bleak city/ 

The industrialists, the horse of Trojan lore/ 

They've turned my city into fallen lore, nothing but conquistadors/ 

The smoke and ash fills my lungs, it seems my final time has come./ 

Why, must I die so young? I thought I was invinsible, I should have held my tounge/
I'm only nine, but due to this revolution, i'm out of time.