Industrial desolation

"There was a King of Liang -- a king of wondrous might --
Who kept an open palace, where music charmed the night --

Since he was Lord of Liang a thousand years have flown,
And of the towers he builded yon ruin stands alone.

There reigns a heavy silence; gaunt weeds through windows pry,
And down the streets of Liang old echoes, wailing, die."

(L.A. Cranmer-Byng in Desolation)
Herstal (B)

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