Under the Spire’s shadow
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
It was December
cold and wild
we met for the first time
both beguiled
Under the Spire
towering high
in O’Connell Street
where the dark
meets the sky
The city was alive
with a neon glow
the Christmas lights
casting shadows below
On the Post Office
so ancient
so grand
the colors of history
reflected on the land
Once a place of struggle
of voices so loud
now bathed in lights
under a festive shroud
But we didn’t see
the holiday cheer
we saw the past
and the things we fear
The flickering lights
red
green
and blue
mirrored the fire
that burned in you
We stood in the shadow
of the Spire’s might
the city alive
but we burned
through the night
No words were needed
just a glance
two rebels caught
in a twisted dance
The echoes of history
in the air we breathe
we stood together
in what we both believed
The world around us
both dark and bright
but in that moment
we held onto the night
Under the Spire
the city alive
we were free
we were fire
we would survive