Acold I lay on the lap of dreary earth
While Vulcan gripped you there alive.
Tears crawled on my face as fear on you,
Wondering why are we here tonight?
The Winds whispered our tale to me
As Mnemosyne casted a spell upon time
The buried dead Past then danced alive,
Bringing euphonious hopes and vibrant smiles.
The touch,the laugh, and the rosy promises
Adrift they went with the escape of your words.
Poor Mnemosyne mourned and melted away
As Oblivion swallowed his decayed prey.
While Vulcan feeds you with his flame,
I phrase the words you said to me
Now as I stand cold and denude,
"It is Goodbye" and there I bury you.