The City
The moon shimmers high,
Light's the dark blue sky,
Casts a pale glow on things below
In this city no one stirs,
All sleep tight in their small beds,
By night, new "homes" are prepared,
By day, the "occupants" arrive,
With few to see them there.
In this city no one speaks, just remembers,
Days long gone, when visitors were frequent,
Now no one visits,
No more people come to "stay"
This city is forgotten,
It's occupants now unthought of,
Silent and still in their rooms in this giant
City of the Dead.