Desolate city. Standing tall.
Concealed in mountain peaks,
Made with brick and stone walls.
Once a bustling, commonplace.
Now in ruin, society displaced.
Brought down with self-destruction,
The tales need no introduction.
City empty but flame kept alive,
Only in the hearts of story-tellers
And their listener’s archive.
Taken back by nature alone,
New flora and fauna,
Moss on cobblestone.
Abandoned structures but still
Brimming with flourishing life.
Nothing more of human strife.