Lost City
The young archeologist reaches lakes’ shore
He falls through trap door
Those are hidden in the floor
This is an area that no one has explore
Ha arrives in field from which smell his soul will entice
To a place where grows flowers called bird of paradise
Each flower is beautiful with no vice
And one of the flowers is on the altar as sacrifice
The man feels bit of fear
But beyond the altar to him near
The large pillar of moonstone will appear
What it is monument to is unclear
This is a lost city of an ancient race
That came from outer space
This moonstone is beyond imaginations that need no base
It is the elemental of transcendence the soul of the place
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