Favour My Remembrance

[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