Ode to Cyrene

In the heart of the world, where the sun never fades,
A city stands proud with its shimmering shades.
Golden stone, a beacon of hope and light,
A refuge for souls, from morning till night.

Through bustling streets and tranquil skies,
Where knowledge and freedom ever arise,
Cyrene, our home, a city so dear,
With each step we take, we draw ever near.

Her beauty is in the hands that toil,
In merchants, in warriors, in soil thats fertile.
Her heart beats strong in the songs of the free,
A city of strength, where all can agree.

Let our deeds reflect her noble grace,
With every challenge, we rise and embrace.
Cyrene, our city, forever we'll stand,
With courage and pride, hand in hand.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 971 AF.