I read the logs of an expedition
Which said: Under the earth a web of stone
Spires stands. Nearby, the careful excavation
Revealed depictions of an animal unknown
That varied greatly in its muted hue,
Showing us these people valued beauty:
The grimaced face disdains the blue.
How quaint to hate a colour absolutely!
And on a metal plate these words appear:
'This place is not a place of honour, there
Are no great deeds commemorated here.'
The mining continued. Deep underground,
Through thick black concrete, we persevere.
And won't stop until an ancient secret's found.
voxpoplar wrote
this is very good