Near millenia ago it was built
When the elder races were dominant
Young kingdoms of man rose up
And the elder races were defeated
So many of their kind killed
Leaving behind the bones of societies
Where honor and courage were the norm
Where war and hunger were a rarity
And kindness was the bowl filled
The young kingdoms were burgeoning
Led by warriors and scoundrels
The walls of the elder race lands
Fell
They escaped by the boatload
To distant shores beyond
Where they could be alone with their elder race
Then the kingdoms of man feuded
Over the lands left behind
And all of the glory
All of the magnificent grace
Of the elder beings
Fled
And all that remained
Were the bones of the walls
And distant memories
