Desolate city. Standing tall.

Concealed in mountain peaks,

Made with brick and stone walls.

Once a bustling, commonplace.

Now in ruin, society displaced.

Brought down with self-destruction,

The tales need no introduction.

City empty but flame kept alive,

Only in the hearts of story-tellers

And their listener's archive.

Taken back by nature alone,

New flora and fauna,

Moss on cobblestone.

Abandoned structures but still

Brimming with flourishing life.

Nothing more of human strife.