A Dead City
The twilight reigns above the fallen noon Within an ancient land, whose after-time Lies like a shadow o'er its ruined prime. Like rising mist the night increases soon Round shattered palaces, ere yet the moon On mute, unsentried walls and turrets climb, And touch with whiteness of sepulchral rime The desert where a city's bones are strewn. She comes at last; unburied, thick, they show In all the hoary nakedness of stone. From out a shadow like the lips of Death Issues a wind, that through the stillness blown, Cries like a prophet's ghost with wailing breath The weirds of finished and forgotten woe.
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"The twilight reigns above the fallen noon..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Clark Ashton Smith delivers a powerful performance in "A Dead City"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...