We finite beings
Victim to the whims of the wind,
Simply cannot, with frail power fill the void.

What's lost are like irretrievable pages,
Unforgotten & frozen in time
Never to return to our mortal plain.

Rendering our books forever incomplete
Engraved with enduring memories
Dooming us to dreadful loops of Reminisce.

With sad rumination of divine stories
succumbing to the...