Babylon

The sun shown down on the silken town and magic was her name ten thousand rooms had come to tomb and in the desert lain The magics source had once discoursed the runes and tomes were gone It's arrogance had brought it hence she lost her gift of song from dusk to dawn the sand grinds on the grave in which she lay Knowledge once was there So much to spare too much was thrown away All the abuse that she had loosed turned on her one day The common man about the land sought magic to keep at bay What was lost cannot be found but now is dust upon the ground COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC