Dust flies through the air.
The Weightless strings scintillating reminders of unknown struggles.
Antediluvian fields caked
with crimson.
Encased in frigid air Swallowed by northern ice.
Within the glacial rocks their message still lies. Resting
undisturbed,
In a permanent state of torpor.
Primodial civilizations vast in scope.
Diminished by a fatal flaw.
Competed
for dominion. Their fate-unobserved.
Their warning-unheeded.
Artists and philosophers achievements,
Musicians works of art
Cast aside by lust.
What they were now is lost. Consumed by time, sealed for eternity.
A frozen catacomb their sole legacy.
The haughty creed of vanglorious lords.
Locked their fate in the lovely cold.
