Beyond the columns of heracles,
an ancient land with high success,
perfectly structured and organized,
half god people, from Poseidon advised.

A fantastic mythos,
or is it really logos?
The imagination of the culture,
of this epic city structure,

Perfectly squared fields,
two times a year yields.
The center a plateau mountain,
its center a temple and fountain.

Three rings of water and land,
and a fleet to defend,
and expand beyond their border,
challanging the god’s wanted order.

A fairy tale it might be,
but the truth in Atlantis mystery,
is that despite all perfection,
beauty and affection.

Greed will lead to doom,
within a day and a noon,
The gods destroyed everything,
altough of sacred offspring.

Couldn’t they be satisfied,
their lands prosperous and wide,
A lesson well written and told,
a knowlege antique and old.

In the end it is of no importance,
if it is true by any chance,
the truth within is real,
no one should conquer and steal,

No one needs to be famous,
we should be healty and prosperous,
Antlantis teaches us to be humble,
and that if we in imperfection stumble,

the way is thousandfold better,
than warmongers and not-enough-getter.
I wish, human kind would understand,
the tale of this mystic land.