Ashes of Some Forgotten Palace

From the ashes of some forgotten palace,
Came the call of a siren,
The youngest of birth,
Whose beauty… Quite simple,
Yet steady and strong.

Found one simple pleasure"
In pacing the land,
A place with belonging,
No steeple or grave.

And past lay forgotten,
As everyone dreams,
We stand, both in silence,
This temptress and I,
I envy her stature,
This seraph of mine.