Representatives of the four lost cities wandered the world
Carefully considering which moves to take as to not be observed
Hundreds upon hundreds searched for the four lost cities
And came back with an arrow in their heels, like Achilles

No one knew what to make of it
All claiming they were not one to admit
That the four lost cities would never truly exist and never did
No one listened to their gut instinct

As viewpoints began to shift
The representatives became less strict
Revealing their cities for just a bit
To stir wanderers’ curiosities, to not make them quit

But the elders knew the omen well
They bid all the wanderers farewell
And decided only time would tell
If the rebels would excel
And break the four lost cities’ spell

Much to the wanderers’ dismay
The representatives knew how to play
They would never give their four cities away
And fearing death, the wanderers’ returned back to their bay

The elders forbade legends to be told
Too many had been lost to fool’s gold
And warned that not everything is gold that may have glowed
Never again would the representatives go uncontrolled
There were no more wanderers’ left to scold

Centuries passed and no one had thought
Of the cities their ancestors had once sought
The representatives resigned their roles
Losing their game of crosses and noughts

If only humanity had not decided its course
There would be no city facing this fatal force.