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