Eidum
They swore it was built to last,
but the waves came and crashed,
swept away,
All the rest of her pretty things,
Although the storm had passed,
Over their city of ash,
They had sunk into the sand,
Still wondering,
Well maybe it was meant to be,
this hard to see,
Through the tainted, tattered lens,
of our memories
Well maybe it was best to feed,
the spoiled sea,
Every trace of our past,
still worth remembering
