The seas were raging from the fire that was burning.
To yield the life that was waiting upon the shore,
It collapsed when laughter ceased to be no more
and filled our lungs with something old.
It gathered upon the doorsteps of the ancient wonders.
Till all the ancient wonders became no more.
And high above the cities, where many black things flew.
The images that haunt us now is the one we never knew.
