Forgotten Souls

A Poem by C.O.B

Through observation of life and death
Receiving the knowledge of old.
Scars and stories to tell us all
Of days of blood and cold.

Knowledge to them alone
Sights only they have seen.
Gallant things of glory
Things truly obscene.

Embrace the limitless value,
Achieve the knowledge of kings,
But we are fool and let them wane
Then to the grave they bring.