Once glorious,
Now ominous,
The gold that never rusted.
In hues it glows,
Amongst a bruise,
Of scarred metal poles.
The everlasting cold,
Metal in bold,
Forever did last long,
A reminder of,
What was once was,
A bygone of bygones gone.
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Gold
Once glorious,
Now ominous,
The gold that never rusted.
In hues it glows,
Amongst a bruise,
Of scarred metal poles.
The everlasting cold,
Metal in bold,
Forever did last long,
A reminder of,
What was once was,
A bygone of bygones gone.