Giveaway

Not that this town did not know,
the truth of learning though.

In some faraway fantasy not mired
in beasts and maidens retold beyond reason,
is the town of Giveaway.
Surrounded by mountains, like bullies, or old
relatives who grow in opinion but shrink in stature.
Towering, stormy, sparkling, and lovely with snow
they surround the city solidly and concretely.
In the town of Giveaway there is an academy,
where every mystery is marked and made.
Where matter is bent, twisted, gridded, and girded.
Stars are captured, monsters made, skin melted to iron,
machines sentient, all those wild images,
they're all there.
Famous Gear-makers whirl and build,
moving armor, flying and time machines,
floating castles, underground pyramids,
hidden portals to hell, heaven, purgatory, space, and other stars.
Interviews with the prophets, fiends, and legends.
They're all there, in the town of Giveaway.
Until the snow came, more snow
then was ever measured before,
they needed to leave their town in whatever shape
or form they could, the snow would collapse everything.
It was an endless storm, from an endless source.
But they couldn't leave the secrets there, the learning there.
The people would not leave the learning town.
They stayed to cherish the hallowed school.
For the sake of learning's course
all the people stayed.
Until in time,
only things moving in the streets
around the towering stone academy
more cathedral then school,
where hints of streetlights flickering
beneath the white and serene tomb.
A lullaby of lost equations mired
with suffocated screams.

Not that this town did know,
the truth of learning though.