Sonnet X: The History

Long forgotten, yet always remembered.

Lives on for times, then slowly fades away,

It has died, lived, even surrendered,

Only to return at a later day.

Countless myths, battles and legend'ry wars

Had never been recollected in tales

To tell of victories and settled scores,

Hardly remembered by whispered wails.

The past, the present, and the far future,

Was, is, and will be; all are unwritten,

Stayed by the hands of time and liter'ture,

Once lived and breathéd, now gone and smitten.

Whast was, is, and will be stays a myst'ry,

'Till we, too, become forgotten hist'ry. 

The End

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