A haunting melody in my memory,
A faint voice somewhere in the  distance.
Whispers of the past,
Flashes of what once was.

A golden haze blurs details,
A Palace, a king and an armoury.
The vast aura of a library,
All echo within me.

Reminding me of something,
A sliver of time preserved forever inside me.
The haunted city...
A ghost town in bronze and gold.

Where arenas and halls are deserted,
Golden sands are blown by the lamented songs of the wind.
And the Palace is now just a hollow shell, drained of all life and love.

Perhaps one day life shall be restored to it once more.
And the haunting tunes will become music once more.

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