Irenopol from Kaysarev by Yar Tarvadan

Beneath the stars in solitude of night
The city of magic bathed in soft moonlight.
Spells and incantations, powers of old,
In ivory towers their secrets are told.

Oh, Irenopol, in moonlit grace,
Where wisdom and magic interlace,
Oh, Irenopol, your spires reach high,
Emanating sapphire light in the sky


As the dawn promises a hot summer day,
Merchant ships gather in the glittering bay.
Market squares alive with mystic arts,
Exotic scents and colorful carts.

Oh, Irenopol, city of our dreams,
Where rivers weave enchanting streams,
Oh, Irenopol, a place so rare,
A city of wonder beyond compare.


Philosophers gather, minds interlock,
In the amphitheater, kings and gods they mock.
Pondering the mysteries of life and death
Relishing existence with every breath.

Oh, Irenopol, a love to declare,
A witness of ages, you're forever there.
Oh, Irenopol, a sanctuary of thought,
The answer to every question ever sought.


Amidst the graceful melodies of night's embrace,
Irenopol becomes a magical place.
As the stars above us in deep reverence gleam,
Irenopol will stay forever in our dreams.

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