Maya Ruined

Cave magic

Dancing shadows.

Blood staining stones and souls

Every drip burning holes in our

Screams until silence.

Did our Gods rejoice?

Getting drunk on our fumes

As we died for rain.

Human life wasted

On an alter of lies.

Crops withered

Like our faith in the king

As we destroyed our divinity

Pretending to be Gods.

If only the crown had been burned

Chaac may have answered our prayers.