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In Dreams of Eramon
Oh, black the night over the ruins of Eramon
the crystal city where once peace reigned
Now a desolate pile where rage and pain
shattered harmony, now even peace is gone
Dust laden winds scours the shattered heart
moaning through the hollowed halls of stone
Their voices howl with the death of souls alone
when the final desolation was fated to start
Now the windows are like staring empty eyes
looking out over the devastated city of peace
The last visages of a noble race its time to cease
and so ever on the ruthless edge of time still flies
Spare grass, wind driven dust decorate the pile
with no voices raised in joy and no laughter now
For all that man has made, time makes all bow
and the empty ruins are but lost things in a file
I walk here, old and worn as the place itself
for I am the Keeper, I don’t remember why
Oft I weep for what was lost so long gone by
here where the past, an artifact on the shelf
No colorful boats ride the ancient canal now
no gaiety and love is found amid the stones
For this is a place of lost dreams and bones
for which no living heart cares somehow
Eramon, you were the jewel of the world then
your streets rang to the joy of life all around
The vandals and their rage took you down
as ever, those who build, see it all fall again
Time moves on and the past is but the past
echoes in the soul and hearts of those who feel
Those scribes who pen their dreams that reel
amid the ancient memories that fade so fast
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