Sonnet VIII: The Forgotten

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.

The End

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