Manticora

["A long awaited journey. Now we're finally on the way. We leave behind the comfort of the poet's town..."]
Beautiful this broken town , even though it's fled by man
White doves flying in the sun , above desert sands
Where the city stood , now ruins stands
Sitting in Darkness with Tales To Tell
Arguing , drinking all night as well
The last fair or pilgrims with answers to gain
To go to the valley and meet with "The One" in vain
Drifting down the river
From the railing we stare