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Towers of Mystery
TOWERS OF MYSTERY ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ Floundering, bit by bit, clawing my way to wisdom of ages, The sands burn delicate membranes of my bones I can go no further, maybe I will waste to die here... Diving, way below past equinox of rolling ocean divide , I feel no weight of flesh, the abyss releases her grip. What is this place? A vast city, towers of myth’s silvery metal, Yet I can see nothing but ocean from the height of every wall, Can this be what I have sought in the fables of Atlantis? Through my weakened eyes, armies gather in golden armor, Meeting a horde of beings creeping from the very sea! What could this be? The crunch of their amphibian feet upon alabaster sands, Filling the water bed with stench of decomposing debris Emitting forth these creatures’ smell from her deepest bowels? The air is violent, spitting with arrows, thick with screams, The noble Atlantics are fighting for their very lives! Can I be part of this? The arrows and blast of sun- crystals pass right through me, I feel nothing, damned by observing the fall of humanoids. The crystal cannons of Atlantis' towers cannot hold them, Leaving me to chill in an open ocean of mystery As waters swallow a frontier once glorified by legend's magic... Tell me, am I dead? © ------------------------ Carolyn Devonshire: Unsolved Mysteries Contest
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