The heart unlocks any lock,
Beside time.
The key I lost,
I cannot find.

Pomegranate trees grow
The scent travelling across Babylon.
Of finer days they show,
Now deserts riddled with carion.

Listen to the echoes,
The mirage would say.
The path glows,
Save for the toll pay.

Sands golden,
Yet worthless; undesirable.
Tombs lay frozen,
A state most admirable.

In the center,
The silver stone hidden from sight.
Meant to render,
The hope to Fight.

Carpe Diem.