A Lost City on the Map

I was a flourshing City with a blooming plane.

Land of a rich soil with no dearth of sweet rain.

I was full of adventures & zeal at each turn

I got my stories to tell, just waiting to churn.

Every Sunrise was embraced with a Warm hug,

every Sunset bid farewell with gratitude & smiles,

Every day ended with contentment

ready for the next with Joy spread across miles.

Words traveled, rumors spread,

of a city so beautiful, its almost not real they said.

Then came the patrons of darkness,

the ones who couldn’t see anything prosper.

they slashed & teared it down

& left everything in despair.

I tried to protect it,

hold the walls as long as i could,

they broke it down quite easily,

i was built to hold only joy

fighting did me no good.

I was tired & broken & battered & half dead.

I watched from my place crying & bleeding,

I watched all that I built fall apart

I watched until everything good fled.

No more fertile, no joy & on the verge of collapse.

Desolate & beyond repair, I am a lost city on the Map.