WILDERNESS OF GLASS

by markwells - Scorpio

WILDERNESS OF GLASS

Beneath the wave tall pillars of stone,
An ancient kingdom now forgotten alone.
Glove of darkness the waves are a crown,
Slowly decaying this ancient town.
Unpredictable force from the cold blue sea,
Hieroglyphic text studied by eyes that swim free.
Ancient, alluring beautiful stone towers,
Decorated once in color and fragrant flowers.
An altar in half once stood so fine,
With wreathed patterns that lock and intertwine.
A place where many lay in foamy graves,
Souls that wander on the moving waves.
A civilization once stood for men to visit and pass,
Now forgotten in the wilderness of shimmering glass.

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2002-08-06 06:36:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:32
Poem ID: 69793

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