The Citadel of the Hollow Brow
Within the cavern of a giant’s skull,
A city thrives in shadows white and vast;
The light of day is mercifully dull,
Filtered through the socket of the past.
The winding streets are carved in ivory stone,
Where temples rise within the temple’s wall;
The music is a low and humming bone,
That echoes through the vaulted, hollow hall.
The King sits where the ancient mind once dreamed,
Of crushing mountains and of drinking seas;
While through the cracks, a silver starlight streamed,
To bring the weary empire to its knees.
A civilization built on what has died,
Is swallowed by the titan’s silent pride.
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