A Poem
In the land of lands lived a parentless boy,
In the secret of secrets howled a dustful tomb,
Over the sea of seas,
And wave of waves,
Crouched a great city.
Of where its dwellers indifferent and incurious.
Of where its tavernees imbibing and cavorting.
Oh, why did they not save
The cipher of ciphers?
Woe was the codex of the codices,
Woe was the folk of the old city,
For their destruction drew apace,
Their perishment approaching,
Their torment bone-splitting.
Oh, why did they not save
The cipher of ciphers?
End were their days,
Dead their children,
Ruination their city,
Perishes every little single life
Of the land
And the woods
If they could not
Find
And interpret
The last
Cipher
Of ciphers.
