Into Time
With claws capturing it's abode.
A palace for monarchs was built,
On pedestals of unsung odes.
As the sun waned, proud fountains sighed,
Gently weeping, splashing sweet tears,
The moon opened cratered eyes wide,
And shone away the fountain's fears.
The opulence of this land too,
Faded to black in time's hard hands.
Forgotten trails like Xanadu,
Could not conquer time's slipping sands.
Contest: Stepping Through Time
6 Jan 2017
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2017
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