Atlantis

The allure of the Atlantic
is there for all who see.

An Ice Queen given to extremes,
she’ll take you in her deepest blue,
then cast you out with checkered mist.

Only the bravest souls
dare cross her path,
Men, made of sterner stuff.

As for me, I hail from peaceful climes,
beyond this sea I see as tough.

The lost continent is from where I came
that very one those fixated men did bane.
They saw her promise,
it has no end.

Alas, I am the living proof to all those men
who knew Atlantis to be true.