Tired Babylon
Tired Babylon
poor tattered remnants of great babylon
through poets works walls left battered and worn
she stands a sign of glory all long gone
so used the land is once again forlorn
the erudite temple is all that stands
whose textual beauty is all but dry
the desert realm left far more arid lands
but in these words shan't ever say goodbye
a new paradise needs to soon be found
still fabled ruins haunt each poets mind
forcing the over used into the ground
originals so rarely get enshrined
the legends and centuries do sing
leaving great babylon the reigning king
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