The Forgotten -- who remembers today?
Nay, they were never roaming caravans.
Memoirs: hidden, forever locked away,
Distant memories of old folk and dance.
The Forgotten -- people, things, lost ages;
Dusty naked books on rotting bland shelves,
Fading illegible scrawls on pages
Of forgotten magic, dragons, and elves.
The Forgotten -- mem'ries wasting away
Far in the back of our minds for all time.
Discarded dreams lost ev'ry day by day,
Love ones no longer remembered, a crime.
Legends left untold, tales, cities, and men;
No remembrance -- these are the Forgotten.