Through the Pillars of Their Gods

I seem to recall a story Long, long ago Where two pillars of their Gods Stood beside the Atlantic flow They stood at the end Of a great walled canyon To another world you'd pass Where every one was a companion These people were so advanced So far ahead of their time Their nautical skills amazed Leaving passing sailors sublime Their culture was a wonder As they lived in white marbled cities Toned men so muscle bound And their women so delightedly pretty They never fought in wars They had no reason too No enemy could ever advance Their Gods would never let them through They could only encroach by ship But their Gods would see them come Their pillars would move together Then a mighty wave would run The waters would climb so high To meet their skies of blue When the mighty pillars met The wave crashed down on their crews When the waters calmed Their was no sight of them No debris from their ships Or even floating men What ever happened to this world We could learn so much from them Where Gods protected their people All children, women and men http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php