Ephesus

A white city here lies – a trace of centuries gone. An old man Heraclitus awoke freely at dawn. At the bank of the sea was a heavenly drop. In the valley at hills became ripened its crop. Great sons of Artemis – so her wrath to go down – offered gifts to their miss – a bleeding girl. King of all – Alexander built around a great wall. Trajan fountain over there made water fall. To the Brothel itself, from the Heracles Gate, marched a Hellene himself not afraid of gods` hate. From far regions away, from other lots, brought St. John a God’s word in the temple of gods. Marble white shining on, carcass, pieces and bits. There is quite Odeon – its descendants fame is.