Below is the poem entitled Atlantis which was written by poet
Bronson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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From the fiery lake to the pits of hell
rests the solemn wake where Atlantis fell.
Ten Kings could not a rumor tell
what sinners hate in their blackest well.
Pyramids peered up in the sky
and parades of men could not defy.
Deep below the city dwelt
a newer law that they felt.
Exploding from the caves below;
an angry surge of molten stone,
that blew up through the Temple Square,
where people marched without a care.
Tides of water swept the street
and Kings laid low in the heat.
Rocks slid down into the sea---
the city slipped down far beneath.
Ships searched long for signs of it,
but could not find the fires lit.
And birds out among the skies
could not find a place to lie.
Someday the light will rise again
And give us what we thought was bled.
When time was that these Kings have led
a truer voice shall be heard again.