We dreamt a dream
 methinks,
 full of gossamer
 silver threads
 and golden fogs.

 Out of the electronic ether
 we built castles
 with crenellated towers,
 temples and holy places,
 teeming market towns
 with jolly taverns
 and schools for thought.

 Our reincarnated
 wise men and women
 as also our fools,
 our poets and philosophers,
 our weavers and doers
 were stopped in their tracks,
 when the alarm went off:
 Ancient Sites
 will be no more.

 a wake up call to reality
 or maybe
 the closing of a cycle.