Alabaster towers rise to the azure sky,

breaking the clouds above a sprawling cityscape,

carved statues line the streets of no escape,

drawing you in no matter how hard you try.

 

Every day becoming a little sparser,

for this civilization has lost its grandeur.

 

Gasping for a breath of inspiration,

hell has met the entire ancient nation.

 

Ill-formed decisions brought the fall,

jumping to conclusions made them crawl,

kicking to fight the depression,

losing to their own oppression.

 

Many years passing left but a ruin,

no one willing to sacrifice their skin,

only ghosts roam the marbled streets,

patrolling to find someone that bleeds.

 

Quiet has spread throughout,

reshaping the crumbling metropolis,

silence has won this bout,

time to give in to the growing mist.

 

Umbral visions haunt the rubble,

varied nightmares make you struggle,

when entering this twisted emporium of history.

 

Xenophobic creatures in and out,

you better be more than stout,

zone of terror will become an eternal mystery.