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
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