Structures rise on the west horizon,
History's folly evident indeed,
Left in shambles now forgotten,
Ruins forever lost to me,

A sign hangs in a shattered window,
Warning every passerby,
Photgraphs captured silent moments,
Though none in color for us to see,

Glory once rang through these very halls,
Quiet now for years gone by,
The only thing that last through nature,
Are fabrics of a Childs dream,

Imagination springs a notion,
To renew again what time had lost,
Reshape the temple condemned, abandoned,
To once again contain their kings.