A Scamandrian Dream

But now, all lies still,

Nothing moves, nothing remains.

For a thousand years now,

Bereft of life and hope,

The city I once called home, the city I loved,

Destroyed, burned, broken.

Barren as the dungeons that hold the damned chains of Tartarus,

Blacker than the multitudinous shades of Hades.

A thousand years have passed,

And still I see the dead.

A thousand years hence,

And still the screams ring in the valleys.

A gentle summer breeze

Caresses the mighty Scamander.

Men and nations have come and gone,

But these voices will never die.

 

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