Eternal Cityscape

In the heart of the ancient city, where domes and towers rise, A tale of forgotten times, in sepia hues, it lies. The artist's hand, so skilled and fine, Captures the essence, of a bygone divine. The rooftops stretch, a labyrinthine maze, A world of stories, in every gaze. The tower stands tall, a sentinel of old, Watching over the city, with a story untold. In the distance, a river's gentle flow, A soothing melody, for the soul to know. The city's heartbeat, in every stone, A testament to the past, forever sown. In this forgotten world, we find our past, A reflection of ourselves, forever to last.