Carthage

A few words here and there,
A litany this is not,
Not to curse nor to rant,
Just an epitaph fraught.

A verse forgotten,
On a paradise on earth,
With a Trojan effendi..
Do queens satisfy the dearth?

Moments in the flow of time,
Is it the past or from the future, a page?
A glimpse on the grandeur and the fall,
This song on Carthage.