100th Post - The Ancients

Hey guys! Wanna know somethin' cool? This is my 100th post! And so what do you think I will do for it? Well, first of all I will announce it. Secondly, I will post a poem! Imagine that. ;)

The Ancients

Sands of time

Blow across the ruined lands

Once ruled by Kings

With their triumphant hands

Spirits there

Remain on broken ground

And the dying trees

Now rustle without sound

When the children played

The rapture stayed

And every heart was a serenade

But now darkness looms

And the crescent moon

Now plays the ancient mourning tune

Of the kingdom's merry days

But alas, they could not stay

Oh, they could not stay

Ruined by pride

The kingdom tore apart

With revenge inside

Every citizen's heart

No one feels

No one understood the rain

Not one cried

Nobody felt the pain

When the children played

The rapture stayed

And every heart was a serenade

But now darkness looms

And the crescent moon

Now plays the ancient mourning tune

Of the kingdom's merry days

But oh, they could not stay

No, they could not stay

Some days

I remember the people

Some times

I can still hear their pleas

When the children played

The rapture stayed

And every heart was a serenade

But now darkness looms

And the crescent moon

Now plays the ancient mourning tune

Of the kingdom's merry days

But oh, they could not stay

No, they could not stay

No, they would not stay

~Trevor Howell