• I walk through the ruins to see the past
    It shows me nothing ever last
    On the meadows I see the long shadows cast

    The columns stand to show me their ancient strength
    And I behold the thing in length
    Yet I can still feel their history float like some wraith

    A statue lies in the center of the Ruin there
    A thing once made with craftsmen care
    Now it sits in the lonely place as if to defy the moss like a dare

    Oh how I marvel at their sight
    And yet I cry to see them gone from their very makers light
    The sun sets down again on this ancient site……….this Ruin