In Rapture
Under the ocean's crashing, dark lit waves,
a glowing city rots and decays.
Of former glory with broke tile paves,
now leading to where corpses lay.
Lava flares where her furnace lies deep,
and maint'nence fails so glass begins to crack.
The voices resonate with secrets to keep
and forgoten stems cells make bodies go whack.
Tissues tremble as whales gape and groan
while a short-wave radio cuts a wire.
Driils break and rend the fragile bone
and mol'tov cocktails strike the fire.
Here we die in bondage and Rapture
wandering ghosts with ADAM to capture.
Note: I do not own Bioshock, just this poem. This particular work is something I debated making when I first played Bioshock a few years ago. Now, I'm a somewhat better writer and have fallen in love with the game again. Here's a question for any of you who have stuck around: what do you like best about the game? Is it the plasmids, your trusty wrench, the little bits of lore, getting Big Daddies to fight, or something else? Conversely, if you disliked the game, why? I'd like to hear from you.
Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. As always, thanks for reading!
Best wishes,
- Gray Carolean