Player #138

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - With lucid gaze, he rejoices, Oh, Impermanent are Compounded Things! Once a shimmering metropolis, that never slept Once a glorious park, flanked by ivory towers Once lands, traipsed by nobles and ignobles All this, arising, to inexorably pass away Change being the only constant In Luci, arises the luminous wisdom of Saints Monuments, in flesh or concrete Worshipped, yet ineluctably destined to dust Love for One and All Luci's divine bequeath O Luci, now you see the game of monuments, The Monument Game