In the desert, time bears witness to the dance of griffins and gargoyles.
A few people mingle in the ancient arena,
Red shirts and red ties.
They clutch dissertations and notes,
And discuss excitedly,
A loud ticking fills the silence with anxiety,
And on the steps,
A majestic imperial throne, covered with gilded skulls and precious stones... remains empty.
A POEM APPEARS:
In the desert, time bears witness to the dance of griffins and gargoyles.
A few people mingle in the ancient arena,
Red shirts and red ties.
They clutch dissertations and notes,
And discuss excitedly,
A loud ticking fills the silence with anxiety,
And on the steps,
A majestic imperial throne, covered with gilded skulls and precious stones... remains empty.