In memory of the remain,
But joyous memory into thy vein.
Laughter may come, but joy wished to remain,
To what memory upon was strugggle, thy gain.

The old story, was a wonderful worry.
Yet leave thy plots, for I am so sorry.
But let the tales be told, and fulfilling glory.
And leave no plots behind, for it's a wonderful story.

Yes the past is all in the past.
But what come to remain will cease to last.
Dont grow the wretched hate to vast.
So someone can came to make it last.

Thy words of a poet strong and true.
But no virtues were stronger, and cease to dew.
For what lies ahead, neither pain and grew.
Yet carry on upon the mist, and see its brew.
© The Book owl