[I]
Thro the unforeseeable meanderings of time
Erratic flashes, loud cacophonies of scenes long gone
A faceless man stood still in his ephemeral spawn
For a life not heard nor seen no face can be drawn
His only being, his thoughts will begrime
Only amidst alien waves and billows embower
Wistful crown spires o’er yonder seas, his temporal tower
[II]
His scriptings they serve as an august pomp
In his solace, that be all he doth
When placid night come, seize the ocean’s froth
Tales in ominous fulgence, loos’d many a lunar moth
Moonlit glazed sheets, towards uncouth shores they romp
And lo, deeply beneath the ponderous moon
An extant devourer impart malignance when opportune
[III]
While far alow his writers room, lie the creeping coast
Myriad corns rest along the aging shore
Inscribed in the sands, symbols of lore
From whispers in the depths, myths of yore
Would dread most rule, the heart innermost
Erelong, no grain of time the seas won’t swallow
As an aging man’s ambition grows ever more hollow
[IV]
In library where memoirs and fantasy doth reside
A foul fiend of the depths inside it crawls
One that twist scripts into an obfuscated scrawl
Tales rended and threshed by an erasing squall
While memory and life tread to eventide
Where from deepest blue his doom shall arise
That shan’t mercy remembrance and be favour’s demise
[V]
One pathetic man’s memories has sunk to timeless seas
Alas, a lonesome mind has long since hollowed
Tower and writs now oceans have swallowed
With moths of before none since have followed
And no shores echo name nor face in its breeze
Ripple and wake from collapse will soften
As the seas become yet another man’s coffin
9/12/2021