History becomes legend.
Legend becomes myth.
A people's past lost again,
becoming an empty rift.

Filled with fantasy and dreams,
made by those who know its there.
Ancient things they thought were seen-
only empty dreams and air.

Simple objects, nothing more.
Tossed aside, worn out trappings,
material ghosts of yore,
in only mundane wrappings.

Under the Misty Mountains,
hidden dark and forgotten.