Land of sunken pride and beauty Nature overtaking man Reclaiming what is hers Mystic crossings and cold footsteps A sense of still and unease City of the water strictly for Poseidon's pleasure Barely visible another era Her beauty fleeting In moments caught between breaths Steady gaze on lovers present Speaking in soft tongues As not to awaken his majesty Hand in hand we dream of all those who have walked before With masks a plenty stripped of identity Cold footsteps on the same cobble floor Shielding faces as not to awaken the night Or to become the night if chosen Mystic river flows life into these walls Only sound is my heart beating City of paradox dancing through my daydreams Are you alive or dead Quiet or loud On the verge of creation or destruction Bright colored buildings and dark eyes Is time stopped or fast forward Is it all for love or greed A silent whimper of lovers past Ruins of heroic past echoes misery upon ears The language sounds of sweet nectar Melting over every new lips Hypnotizing into a trance Watching the fog flow in and out of cracks Consuming where the water yearns to go Foreboding the eventual demise With a naked beginning Stripped of the ghosts that haunt the streets A gust of wind swept away Her beauty now under the icy blue-green Still can be heard in between the breaths we take
