ARCHEOLOGY

She confessed her love!
But in a cryptic code
Till I could decipher
She found a new abode.
Now there are ruins, dull and grim,
With the broken walls and the shattered halls
Dark and deep do I lie in sleep
Mourning her death till the shadows creep
And then they come, the modern breeds
With their tools and skills and vicious deeds
They dig and break and my pillars shake
They make it a trophy whatever they take
And now comes the part that’s all distort
When they tell my tale on a magical scale
They show me triumph they show me fail,
They figure a hero and they make you hail,
So the history is written in gold and shine,
The glory that I never intended to be mine