Once, you were a god.
A grand, unshakable god.
You stood as an extension of the vast universe—
Dark, mysterious, powerful,
A force like no other.
No breed was as strong as yours,
None carried the sun's kiss upon their skin as beautifully,
None brimmed with power the way you did.
You understood the laws of nature,
They bent to your will.
In your presence, no one dared speak without bowing.
Your cities, your monuments,
Were marvels, rivaling nature itself.
Your science was seen as flawless,
Your knowledge as deep as the cosmos.
You were mighty—but you were also trusting.
And that trust became your undoing.
Now, your kingdoms lie in ruin,
Relics of a forgotten time.
They crumbled under the weight of invasion,
And as you lost your culture,
The songs of your ancestors began to fade.
Their wisdom withers,
Like leaves falling from a tree too long neglected.
An old man, his face a blur to those who've forgotten,
Sat by the pond,
His voice echoing through time.
To those who passed by, he sang:
'You've lost your culture,
And now, watch as you lose yourself,
Until there's nothing left but silence.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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