The Netherworld Cliffs

There lies a structure by the Netherworld cliffs,

Above the churning marine, 

Navy hue's a mere shade from nox,

Navy, nox,

In a mutual scheme of trickery they fool the landscape with fluctuations of saturation

Metal spires twist aloft,

Between dunes of grey thunderclouds

stands the bleak Alcázar 

This is Nantucket '2040, 

Still earth but morbid.