This is just a little poem I wrote, for no reason at all but my own pleasure. Hope you enjoy it, too.

The Lost City

Within a ring of yellow stone

An ancient city hides, its people gone

Except for some who failed to run;

They sleep, abandoned in the streets.

No more will children laugh and play,

The adults smiling at their games,

But the ancient city once saw it all

And still remembers, in its way.

It fell an age and more ago;

Before the birth of a Hebrew king

Its people learned to sail and fled

The coming of some disastrous thing.

The city waits for their return,

Silent in the ocean deep.

Yet still it lives, in some small way,

Waiting for that far-off day.

Any comments would be nice, but not necessary as I'm leaving it be.