A statue stands among the sands
And ancient words on it convey
Old tales. People, born of ancient lands,
Came here, walked through night and day
To gaze upon the morning sunrise
The one they called a shining star
To see her was their greatest prize
A statue of Ishtar
For many years, on holy ground
She stood, a blessing for their eyes
And storms would pass this place around
And droughts would wither in demise
And now, in sands, it stands forgotten
Washed by the desert winds of day
And yet at night, a light begotten
By her, shines dismally away
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