Hidden City - Poem by Macwolls Kay
Vibrant echoes, empty darkness,
Buried deep below the earth,
Below natures succulent shrubs,
I sing my praise of what I see,
Structures wide, high and vast,
A mighty city below the ground,
Waiting long for a king and a queen,
Caves that curve and streams so cold.
Along the walls, a vampires stare,
Standing guard to keep trouble out.
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