A long time ago, at night
a wise god
- some say a mischievous one -
entered the sleep
of a young man named Lukas and said
I bestow upon you the Power
...that is, Lukas could restore anything
Excited about his new Power
a rotted pleasure boat
back to rich mahogany and lacquer.
That's when his quest began
for Lukas was a man of no small vision.
After twenty-one sweaty years
two cabin cats
- our wise, mischievous god
reveled in this little contrast -
and countless restorations
performed to pay the bills
Lukas found the city
drowning beneath miles of gulping ocean.
He hired hundreds of men and ships
to raise the city...
after another ten years
and thousands more restorations
performed to raise
the requisite fortune.
he felt it was worth all this effort when
he listened to the watery rush
of a thousand sinking ships
the creak of a million tons of rock;
when he smelled the ancient reek
of three thousand years of seaweed
of dust dissolved to mud
and fortunes feasted upon by fish.
He watched the city drink sunshine
and gulp sea breezes.
Then he sent the men away
each now rich
and restored what he had taken from the sea.
It consumed six months of his life
spent wandering ruined streets
and most of his Power.
One sun-drenched day,
the city came alive.
Lukas fell to his knees and cried out:
"City! See what I have done for you!"
His voice echoed
along the streets, off their sea-murals.
Lukas did not expect a reply.
Yet his heart heard the dolphin-colored walls weep
in the voice of the waves:
He'd restored their glory
yet now they were hollow,
devoid even of bone-chips of skeletons.
Lukas sensed the desolation
and knew what he must do.
He had grown wise;
he wondered what he'd done with his life
and regretted all the wives.
Perhaps all but one.
It consumed the last of his Power
to sink the towers back under:
His Power in reverse
was a great destroyer.
That's why no one can find the lost city.
And why the ocean sometimes
batters little wooden boats