When you kill a man,
a world dies with him.
Sunken cities lost in time
and memory
lie buried with the bones of yesterday.
Somewhere past the distance
and the dust
there lies unseen
the crumble of white ruins
where life once thrived.
The halls are empty now,
the floors are bare,
so still the feet,
the only music that still plays,
is the echo of your knock
on empty walls,
and the whistle of the wind,
eating through
the emptiness.
Oh,
the revelry has ceased,
the secret knowledge,
lost to the rest of known history,
a culture has come undone,
the spirit of the time
if it is anywhere,
it carries on
somewhere else.
And he who lived among the bones,
is lost to that world now,
a king,
abdicated,
torn down,
unknown.
A whole universe has been blotted
from the earth,
and I wonder,
how fickle is the sky
of life?
Does he still dance there,
does he still dream,
has the world really vanished,
or has it just moved,
like Atlantis,
hidden beneath a sea,
too deep
for flesh
to reach?
Please tell me,
when I am strong enough,
when I am ready
to dive deep,
I will find you
living still,
just a planet out of orbit,
still turning,
sun still burning,
just temporarily
out of my
reach. |
Submission Name: Your Sunken Cities
