The Fall

 

The end begins so silently

As unannounced as that next breath

Drawn by tranquil Mnemosyne 

Unnoticed, involuntary

 

Such bountiful humility, 

Concealing seed of destruction 

Which only much too late achieves

A glorious revelation

 

Oh, most exquisite Babylon

Your gardens sumptuously green

How could your glories ever fade,

Your majesty become unmade?


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