Drowned beneath the waters
beyond the reach of light,
Atlantis lies dreaming
through dark, eternal night.
Strewn before her altars
bones glisten in the gloom
where priests beseeched the gods
for rescue from their doom.
Amid the crumbled towers
her restless spirit sleeps
and dreams of shining glory
now swallowed in the deeps.
The heavy waters press
a weight upon her walls.
The sea absorbs the sound
a stone makes when it falls.
While men forget her name,
ah, thus Atlantis dies,
and gentle drifts of mud
conceal her from our eyes.
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