The city of dreams was drowned in the flood
Died in the waters, destroyed in the day.
The silver on marble on gold upon wood
Took up in the sun and was all washed away.

The circle turns upon itself, a spiral is all time
The city fair, the city good, left to it's design
And under water brought by psyche it fell into decline
For by the psyche destroyed, lived in now by siren.

The city of dreams, Atlantis, destroyed
The people turned out, pride refuses to beg.
The humans are hunted, giants are toyed
The poet's riddles are a sackful of eggs.