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The name of the people has been forgotten,Author's Notes
Lost in the tempest of time long ago,
And only the Empire stands for tomorrow;
Yesterday's people have melted like snow.
Of their religion, we have only figments,
Scattered like leaves on the wind of the spring.
Only the circle of boulders has lasted,
Those and bleached antlers laid out in a ring.
The rocks and the racks surround two stone lions,
Worn down by centuries, faces smoothed clean.
We have only legends that they were guarding
Those of their people from dangers unseen.
Aloft in the cities, towers have crumbled;
Many tall cranes have been sheared off as well.
Yet no one has seen the source of disaster --
Not and stayed sane through it, living to tell.
Afar in the Empire, foundations shaking
Trouble the people and wake them from sleep;
But here in the forest, earth lies in silence
'Round the stone lions -- a watch yet they keep.
Though no one knows who still lays out the antlers,
Someone must do it, late winter each year.
As long as they tend the Shrine of Stone Lions,
We think we'll meet no anomalies here.
This poem came out of the March 2011 Muse Fusion and was the freebie for that session. It was inspired by a prompt from LJ user Haunted_blood.