by Granticus

Created on: September 24, 2010

Frozen in time by dust and ash

No longer the wondrous city of new

But the ruins of old

Once beautiful now aged with glory

Surviving the end of my people

Surviving the end of my world

No longer do i stand as a shining beacon of hope

But a dreary reminder of once was

Of what could have been

As I sit here waiting

I feel my walls crumble

I feel my towers fall

I feel my hope draining

I will never hold another soul

Never hold a roof over another child

Never be whole again

As I see my final moments

I know my existence was worth creation

For as all things must begin

An old city must die

In order to be reborn again

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