The marbles of Mosul

At the dawn of man in some hundred B.C.
The Kings of Assyria did some marbles decree.
Countless unknown uncared hands,
Chiseled away stones in forbidding sands.
Out of the marble they created life,
A piece of art that bore no strife.
Craftsmen and sculptors toiled in the sun,
The things they achieved were not meager one.
Left for the world to behold and envy,
It did inspire the men to dream and to see.

Three thousand years down the line,
The ruins, the sculptures defy the time.
Harking back to the dawn of men,
Innocents wondered how, why and when?
There in the city of modern Mosul,
Still stood the pride of Assyrian men.

Yet for the reasons beyond imagination,
Shame of the mankind indeed boil down.
After the despairs of men women and children,
It was the turn of the prides of crown.
The endeavours of craftsmen had outlived time.
Yet they were punished without a crime.
Bludgeoned to pieces, now dust they would be,
Known as the marbles they now cease to be.

Visions!!

There in the oceans of endless deep,
Lies in the refuse, a secret asleep.
Haunts from the past bottled in glass
Covered in green and netted with sea grass.
That accursed curse of highest order,
On the brink of harmless, its look does border.
Sought by the evil and the angels alike,
No one was sure, how it would be like.
What forsaken spell, the parchment held,
Prophecy had it that it can't be dealt.
And as the solemn prophet once knelt,
He knew it was it, the wrath it held!!

Far away from the maddening crowds,
In the land of secrets and shrouds.
Was forged in secret with endless magic,
Something so dark, something so tragic.
Yet beyond the thoughts of man,
That evil that fiend that godless damn.
Lurking in depths of far off land,
That evil always had plans so grand.

My heart so shudders to think of the bottle,
The secret it holds, the lives it would throttle.
The countless counting of vicious fingers,
That danger that darkness effortlessly lingers.
The farther the man proceeds to discover,
Its only the evil that gets out of cover.
And in the corner, my sweet heart yells,
As the doom finally swells.
Let it be there, let it sleep!
Let it remain in the endless deep!!