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