I once remembered amber evenings
Atop rolling hills many years ago
The subtle chill of a singing breeze
Whistling through autumn leaves
In the dancing rays of a setting sun
All alone amongst the grandeur

These vivid memories have decayed
The glowing splendor of youth and bliss
Is resigned to dusty images
Packed away in a forgotten room
Locked with some ancient key
Forever removed away from me

I am a husk of bones and rust
Among worms and dirt my friends lie
Soon, so too will I
The timeless, dreaded darkness
That once seemed so far away
Lurks within my periphery
This is oblivion that I now see.

I am forgotten story, a tale once told