Gwyntystorm was a city
Seated upon a rock
But one day those residing there
Would face an awful shock
The good king ruled in majesty
And kept foundations strong
But his successor’s heart was dark
And it was full of wrong
His greed denied him wisdom’s voice
For gold he delved too deep
And rock, city, and people too
Now rest in endless sleep
The structure all was built upon
Was eaten bit by bit
‘Til with a crash at noon one day
Nothing was left of it
And so where once were thoroughfares
To palace on a hill
A tumbled heap of rocks did sit
Those rocks, they sit there still