Celebration of Perfection: A Romance

I like this poem. A lot.

A field of grain at the tip of the continent.
Two flowers mark the backside of the burial chamber of dust.
It is a regal chamber looking out on a beautiful garden of tombstones,
All equally aligned and matching,
     Promising eternal love.
A narrow strip of land, which hides
     The Tunnel of Eternal Wind,
Leads to the Valley of Kings:
     A valleyed region bounded by two hills.
     At night, when carressed by pearly moonlight,
     Two towers appear where, eons ago, the two mountain regions warred,
     Building and building until at last, spent,
     They died and left just the natural beauty of their land.
Further south lie the flatlands
Disrupted by one lonely crater,
Formed ages ago when a dying universe graced this piece of land with new life.
Towards the end of the continent lies a beautiful garden,
Abandoned ages ago, yet not forgotten by time.