For how many years did ye not prosper and  bath in delight, ye four cities of unbound  richness?  Being at unbroken peace amongst yerselves,  ye all grew great and mighty.  Mighty in an era of no war nor stride..  How sour and unappealing  The roads between you, roads crossing the  world as you knew it, were peaceful  roads..How many a delightful journey  across those seemingly endless roads did  not yer pilgrims undertake?  To worship your now destroyed gods To  teach the four cities the wisdom and the  power of the gods you worshipped..    Ah! Those cool pools within your  cities..Allways filled with crystal clear  water, as if it was enchanted by some  wondrous spell..How many enlightening  baths did ye not enjoy ere the end, people  of the golden cities? How many times did  ye not leave yer heart's burdens in those  pools, people of the golden cities?  Did ye often enough behold the golden  spires of yer kings' palaces?  And did ye often enough wonder at the  cities walls and it's gargoyle's ruby  eyes?  Did ye ever wonder at the pictures at the  cities walls..The old pictures engraved in  the very walls of marbled stone..Could it  be your gods and their myths you saw..    Ah! Ye children of the age of illusion..Ye  lived in such gladness..  Never sensing the aproaching shadow of the  future..Never sensed ye it's chilling  breath.    Ah! Always shoneth the light in yer eyes  as it shone forth from every jewel and gem  in your cities..The light of the four  cities of the world..