The doom that came to sarnath

Early years of humankind,
Slaughter of unbecoming,
Through the big dark lake of Ib
That humans feel proud of!

At the celebration
That the years showed thousand,
Avenge of the Ancients
Banished the thousands.

Under the crescent moon
They rised their shadows to the walls, to the towers.
Surrounded like a shroud.
That humans realized too late.

Horror at faces, insanity at words
And the silhouettes, under the lake!

Neither a human nor a nomad,
Can see the old wonders.
No more!

At the celebration
That the years showed thousand,
And the doom
Came to Sarnath.