Many life tales have i written.
All of wisdom and adventure.
I tell you now of a place,
Of my adolescence.

Barren and abandoned.
Blasted landscape,
Crumbled buildings.
Stunk of unnatural death.

Time did not exist there.
No one dared set foot in that place.
Crafted means to kill populace,
long ago.

It was perfect.
No life, no authority.
Where vigilance ruled.
Where the spirit of man,
Was observed in full.

It claimed my life.
Damned to that hell,
Though we were wiped clean,
from the earth.