Evening Landscape with Ancient Temple Ruins - Ferdinand Knab (1890)

The sunset looms, and so too I shall sleep;

Into my austere chambers I retire

And bid my soul and body not to weep

But pray tomorrow doesn’t rise so dire.

Remember this, the day that I am gone,

Behold resplendent architecture, grand

And holy; then to me they would atone

And bury sins like secrets in my sand.

Am I unworthy to be worshiped so?

Has my era ended without fuss?

For Goddess they had called me long ago

Yet still, am I not fierce and wondrous?

My long awaited rest calls forth, serene

Remember me, once everlasting queen.