“There was once a city here, filled with smart idiots.
He and I saw the flourishing people, their afflictions.
He got bored and left, but You and I stayed.
Now I see, the reason behind his trade.
But wait, look that those little critters!
Can You hear their little chatters?
Their curious eyes, blue and yellow,
I have grown affectionate for these lovely fellows.
Look! They are so much wiser than the idiots before them!
They look into the least likely cracks and holes to look for the prettiest gems.
Ah, our time is up.
Let us enjoy our last cup.
You are not so talkative are you?
Why does your face seem so blue?
In lieu of the foolish, we now have a new toy,
They are not much smarter, I hope they will bring us some new joy.
Please, be brighter, I cannot bear to see you with your miserable face,
Let us go now, to elsewhere, to another place.”
Then They left, leaving curses and ruins behind them.
The heart of the fallen city lies deep, resonates and hum.
The critters look up and their trails, cautious and curious,
Their eyes are clear like the bright sky, under the moon above us.
Stainless and without doubt, untainted by life yet,
How do they live with no threat?
Ah, how great their joy, how great their lives,
I do often envy them.
But what from envy comes what good?
The world had died, and my envy must die with it.