Away from all other cities
Far from any walkway or road
Lies a simple city on the sea
Known only as Mrn
The city would rise and fall
With the tide of that great sea
Which gave it the lasting title
Of the Tidal City
None for sure knew
How exactly the city moved
For the mechanisms that allowed it
Never had to be repaired
But this did not worry the simple folk
Who lived in the city and along the coast
For they were happy and content
Playing on the warm seashore
Every spring all manner of turtles
Would rise out of the sea
To bury their eggs in the sand
And wait for their young to hatch
The people of Mrn were particularly fond
Of those turtles and their precious eggs
Often they would sit on the beach for days
Guarding the eggs from potential predators
The costal folk lived there
Peaceful and content
In that tidal city of Mrn
That rose and fell with the waves
At that shore on the edge of the world
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Away from all other cities
Far from any walkway or road
Lies a simple city on the sea
Known only as Mrn
The city would rise and fall
With the tide of that great sea
Which gave it the lasting title
Of the Tidal City
None for sure knew
How exactly the city moved
For the mechanisms that allowed it
Never had to be repaired
But this did not worry the simple folk
Who lived in the city and along the coast
For they were happy and content
Playing on the warm seashore
Every spring all manner of turtles
Would rise out of the sea
To bury their eggs in the sand
And wait for their young to hatch
The people of Mrn were particularly fond
Of those turtles and their precious eggs
Often they would sit on the beach for days
Guarding the eggs from potential predators
The costal folk lived there
Peaceful and content
In that tidal city of Mrn
That rose and fell with the waves
At that shore on the edge of the world
