The marble halls of Babylon, now buried under sand,
Its gardens once bloomed, now lifeless, disbanded.
A tower that reached for heaven’s face,
Now crumbles in the dust, without a trace.
Rome’s iron legions, once bold, once feared,
March no more—ghosts with rusted spears.
Caesar’s triumphs, his laurel crown,
Now withered leaves beneath the ground.
Pompeii, frozen in a breath of flame,
A city caught in time’s cruel game.
Its people turned to ash and stone,
Their laughter now a hollow moan.
The walls of Nineveh, proud and vast,
Crushed beneath the desert’s blast.
Once the cradle of human thought,
Now ruins where the winds are caught.
The temples of the Maya, lost in the trees,
Swallowed by roots, devoured by leaves.
Priests who once called to gods on high,
Now their altars watch the jungle sky.
The libraries of Alexandria burned to ash,
Their wisdom consumed in a final flash.
Scrolls of gods and mortal lore,
Lost to the void, forevermore.
Even Ozymandias, with his scornful glare,
Lies shattered beneath the desert air.
“Look upon my works,” he said in boast,
Now nothing remains but a forgotten ghost.
We are the echoes of ancient pain,
Bound to repeat it again and again.
In time’s cold grip, all must fall—
Empires, lovers—each and all.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
