O city of gems; my love and desire!
Abode for all dreams to wed deep trance
Hail me with palms atop your white ships
aglow in rose bulbs lit by the chants
of lords born pure so hearts win grace.
Array your glad halls with herbs to thaw
the ice in hope when darts fell swans
and ash sinks lands that once blazed fair.
Excellent view you paint with your words. Of a city that was once lit with fire but is now burnt to ashes
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