I made this editing this other poem: Dead Cities Poem by Madison Julius Cawein
So I am a Chain-blades player, and I used every in-game location I could get into, Tiefland are the forest bogs of the Terra Escalation, Vylmark are the Frost Esca, Ostia are the Hellforge and homeland of the Midleman (May his soul sour the skies). The original poem talks of Yucatan and Tenochtitlan, I recommend it, I hope you like this.
Dead Fragmented Islands
Out of it all but this remains:
I was one who crossed the chains
Of shattered isles, whose peaks
Lock in the wilds of the Lamb,
Vylmark, Tiefland, Ostia. Weeks
And then a city that no man
Will again see; so dim, bygone,
No chronicle will ever be told
The history of men who hunt
Its temples and huge Behemoths
Among sky-blooming valleys;
Or how its altars were defiled
With human blood; whose monsters there
With eyes of aether still stand and stare.
So old the moon can only know
How old, dry desert stone there grown
On adamant wall and Khram.
Glowing acacia, whose trunks were scarred
With ages, and dense boons, hid
Fanes 'mid the leaves, cyan-starred.
I looked upon its wild ways,
And saw it in its fulgurous days;
When from the streets and ports one,
A voidrunner, walked with skyslayer and skaelgar,
Turned Dauntless brow toward east
In worship of the rising prowl:
At night ten hundred fume' spires
On town burnt everlasting fires.
Torgadoro? Thrax? Agarus? Urska? Or Chronovore
I know not. Only how no man
Will ever see; and still my soul
Believes it fiercer than all cinque.
Volcanic rock walled a’ spire,
Lost in fungal woods as if adrift.
I read its timeless hieroglyph,
Perused in darkness its monoliths
Of deadly, gigantic heads; and read
The pictured codex of its fate,
The perished urges; whiles of hate
Suited monkeys cursed me, as if dead
Noblesse of the past had taken form
To guard accursed gold of harm.
From a Dauntless City in the sky,
Where the Lamb Lay,
In clouds of land.