Saint-Petersburg (S-P)

In Lord of Grey, where raindrops glide

From nascency to suicide

Without timidity or pride,

Bridges will docilely sejoin,

Allowing the icebreakers cut

The shimmering dark jelly flood.

 

Adeptly rallying the night,

Drawbridges then will reconnect

Later becoming back apart,

But stay intact, from night to night.