Citadel of rock now lost to ages older than the sands of time
Whose arches great and towering, that seem to fly
Of ancient masonry and alabaster stone
Now reach into the heavens, columns into teeming skies
And reigning there, imperious, they glower down with ruby eyes
So filled with light and rife with sunbeams dancing down
Out of the dusty air, through which the light will gently filter gray
That spills through every crack and cavern\'s crevice grown
Down through the dusty ruins bare, into the deep
Down through the musty tombs of ancient kings that, resting, sleep
Down to the darkest corridors whose shadows whispered secrets keep