Such magnificence left
That once attributed to
A great civilization lost
That eons have worn on
The years take away
Crumbling slowly off
With exposure's pride
Time becomes short
Decay's acceleration
On toward obscurity
Finds its way in there
Not easy to be seen
The living take a toll
Death's vapor hangs
And the salt dissolves
Waters dammed near
The treasures coloured
Fragment to dusty earth
Where men have rested
In the abyssal domain
History fades to brown
The colours, the details
Once sharp and strong
Revert to be the terrain
Even the mighty pyramids
Given the passing eons
Will like generations gone
Become a mound of dust