Contributed By
Published
When we peer into the destruction and terrors left by the Ancient Age, do we see ourselves, what we were, or what we could become?
The mild yet vagrant winds of the lake
The serene aroma of a fallen civilization
The sky intertwined
A pattern divine
The mirrored walls of reflections
The tiled yet crumbled floors of the lake
The tattered remains of a fallen civilization
The moon’s gleam spoiled
A product of turmoil
The mirrored walls of reflections
The wild yet silent beasts of the lake
The mindless spawn of a fallen civilization
Entered a door
Preaching old lore
The mirrored walls of reflections