"Tell me where all past years are... or who cleft the Devil's foot. Teach me to hear mermaid's singing..." --Donne
...and all other lessons came to pass, those of night-fall, fallen too fast. Crickets screeched within the leaves around the rocks, rocking the weeds ...instructions lost in lonliness, good-byes, good-byes, hello to death, not breath nor sounds of love or life, just lessons passing throughout the night: by memories of times long gone to Hell and high Heaven in the Mermad's song.
The Devil seems to have had his share, he ate our dreams, left none to spare. But, who can blame the poor ol' man, he's only doing the best he can; and what we don't, (because we won't) in language lost on sailing ships, as we the cargo are shipped off to crypts; still wondering now as the dank ground surrounds: where went those years?* whilst the dirge resounds.