Babylon

In the darkening twilight between the sun and moon.
The howling winds tears at me as I slowly walk through the endless plain of sand.
In the ruins before me the sun shines its light through the once grand gates of Babylon.
Time stands still in the hazy mirage of the lost days of the ancients'.
The winds holds their forgotten voices within the sands of time.
As it shifts and rises on the plains, an empty silence rings throughout this place.
The silence of Babylon, the myth that we made, now rings throughout the gates that shine in the twilight.