The city of Atist stands tall and proud,
Despite the rest of the world falling apart.
It's a mystery how it managed to survive,
We may never know for sure.
But whatever the reason,
Atist remains a shining light.
The Garnet City is also thriving,
Despite the dangers that surround it.
It's a place of hope, where people can find refuge,
Where other's hold their secrets.
Even in the best of times,
There's always a darkness lurking.
The city may be safe, but what about the people inside it?
What will happen when the peace is shattered once again?
Only time will tell, but for now we can simply admire the beauty
And hope that they'll be there when the world crashes again.
The Garnet City stands tall,
A shining oasis in a dystopian world.
No one knows how they survived the fall of the rest
Of the world, but nobody asks - it's just part of their mystique.
They're always so busy trading and negotiating
And keeping their secrets, but we can't help but wonder
Why they're the only ones left standing
When the rest of civilization crumbles.
🌆This was a poetic tale about Atist, the Garnet City, a high tech city that has survived a fallen world, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a society in this dystopian Earth
Thank you for reading.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian city of Lazarus :
