Flying buttereses,
Windows of quartz,
Beautiful city,
City of Art.
Sparkling diamonds,
In walls made of marble,
City so fair,
People so noble.
Temple of Chaldan,
Monastries with stained glass,
One of three great ones,
Built for to last.
Knights in proud armour,
Noble and fair,
Beauty surrounding,
So free from care.
Who does remember,
The fabled city now?
Between covers of book,
And ruins under snow?
All is lost now,
Vo Wacune has no morrow,
Few now remember,
Arendia's sorrow.
� Elysia N. Fields