Story

Still we stand in breathing light
Framed as we in white
Cold smooth stone where warmth once seeped
Beneath this alabaster keep
Should one, once, ever seek
Solace from this place

Enshrouded in marble hallways
Silent and strong we lay
Eternal as long as rock will care to stand
Upon this barren land
Where we once, hand in hand
Explored every niche

But the cities were fated to fall
Broken glass and shattered walls
Could not keep time from this beloved place
Wearing down each youthful face
Once framed with ribbons of lace
To etched pale shadows

Someday we too will eventually fall
Our grand halls pass to lore
And the rivers will wash our ashes clean
The trees add an emerald sheen
Where once glory could be seen
To indicated our lives here