Time-dreamed City, you have been


    Ocean-bound, and here unseen,


    Where now is come a darker day,


    And you too soon must be his prey,


    for ''neath the days of light and rime,


    we are all devoured now by time,


    If the power that raised it here


    Venerates this watery bier.


    The silent depths lay conquered now,


    And stars fallen now crown his brow


    Will damned now dream from drowned graves


    Of his throne, amidst the waves.


    Scrimshawed, diamonded and pearled,


    Crowned within the hidden world,


    the Coiled One here beneath the sea,


    gently nudges eternity.


    Slow it moves, the hands of fate,


    And all is in its ancient state,


    With glowing sea-blooms overgrown,


    the gates of coral, jade and bone.


    And dreaming in the wine-dark sea


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    ''neath currents of infinity,


    The Mighty One finds his way,


    wandering at the close of day,


    breathing dreams forevermore


    that shall then wash on distant shores.


    They linger here, these human forms,


    beneath the darkness and the storms,


    the wretched soul now writhes and squirms


    like sin-stained, polluted worms


    that to the corpse of greatness cling,


    slaughtered now and mouldering,


    Yet even these might someday be


    from their wretched sinful forms set free.


    Twining memories of old time


    gaining virtues more sublime,


    If not, then may their souls decay


    As night will fade to dawning day


    these lost souls, withered and grey


    shall shatter, fade and waste away.


    Wilting now like dying flowers,


    In the waste of years and hours,


    And from their passing new things spring


    With ever-greater blossoming.


    What wretched things, these mortal souls,


    yet even these must play their roles,


    For things that dwell in joy or pain,


    those who serve and those who reign,


    shall find a place in this enshrined,


    within the flow of time entwined.


    And so the distant, dreaming drowned,


    once lost and in the deep now found,


    may stir again from fitful sleep


    and find life in the starlight deep.


    the humble and true, the proud and vain


    all souls exist in his domain,


    From every creed and every clime -


    all follow the flow of time.


    And there they shall his might behold,


    A Dragon Coiled, Azure and Gold