Humming bars of a forgotten tune, its notes linger in your ears, turning
more into dust, the farther apart the years. Faith of old crumbles,
tears of blood run dry, people do forget that for which they were
prepared to die.
Seeking consolation in a warm embrace, only to see it turn to rotting
and crumpled lace. Missing that sweet face, and going forth, bereft of
your grace.
Thoughts that lifted you, ideas that flew..only died..if ever they were
true. Looking around you see the new, yet you try to remember that which
you did do.
Faces forgotton, dust turned to past...each breath taken as if it was
the last. Memories..listening to that haunting song..promises oh..but
they were wrong.
Tender kisses under a fresh new moon..taken into the darknessess swoon.
Now Whats left...crumbling dirt..broken stone..feelings of being alone.
Eternity..the cruel mistress, leaving you cloaked in distress..as you
try to remember each days past..but it all passes too fast.
Things were said, hearts have bled, the sweet elixer falling down like
rain..to feed a new name.
And now i sit here, the bars of that forgotten tune..barely an unheard
echo in my ears..i still remember..the passage of years.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Sarapin, in the year 337 AF.