The gone days of antiquity
Times of great moments
Living in the depths of souls
Used for prospective plans
The uncanny piece of the skull
Replete with shreds of the past
A motivation for one's move
A strike to repress the humming tones
To dance with the moods of the present
The unwiped imprints of time
Lying in quietude in an enclosure
Filled with moments of ecstasy
Moments of tragedies too!
An eternal refusal from providence
To turn the times of the ancient back to present
Those inevitable moments of life
Screeching the wheels of the mind
Roaming like a whirling wind
Come, and be used for good.
Memories of old and bygones
Reside in humans and reveal your rays!
Draw man to his flaws and bring forth caution
To eliminate the depravity of the soul
To live with blank memories of evil
To conquer the ultimate enemy, Death.