A Memory

Many many years ago,

When children played,

And the cry of the sirens was heard,

I saw a beast in the shadow,

The cradle of the rocking ground.

Many many years ago,

When lights were bright,

And chimeras on the move,

I remember distinctly, in the dark,

The lark of the sullen earth.

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Many many years ago,

When nights were longer,

And smoke filled the days,

I dreamt of a blind giant,

The Colossus in birth.

Centuries ago,

When the fire raged,

And people ran,

I did not move.

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