In a far off land
Unknown to most
Lies a tilted City
On a dull grey coast

High on the rocks
Before the sea foam
Sat the ancient town
That none called home

No one inhabited
Its stone brick walls
Its little hovels
or dinning halls

I decided to explore
In the settlements wake
But as the night drew near
The ground began to quake

I slowly approached
Its time worn gate
And opened the city
As the hour drew late

Far off down the street
I noticed a light
That gently pierced the dark
Of this distant lands night

Making my way
Through the cobbled streets
I found an old sign
Written cursive and neat

As I read through its words
All I could understand
Was the town's name of Sur
The only in the land

Through the streets I walked
Past the houses and stores
Whose doors were all locked
And whose lights shone no more

But as I came to the square
Where the three roads meet
I was met by a strange
Yet pleasant heat

For a fire roared
In the center pit
But no one was there
By whom it was lit

As I stood in the square
I heard many a sound
Uttered from above
Beneath and around

It sounded as though
The town was alive
As it softly hummed
Rose and dived

I sat in this place
Til' the end of my years
Yet when I was gone
Still my voice you could hear