Do you dream of leaving a legacy?
A longing, a wish you never get to see
Unfold upon a palace of bones;
A rewritten curse, etched on stones.
Bones, carved of ageless steel—
Leaving a memory that isn't real—
Are withered, dry and left alone,
Sitting beneath a broken throne.
Ideas, thoughts of hope and light;
Moonlight shines upon ships at night,
Lingering, aiding an imaginative mind,
Leaving a whisper of a memory behind.
(And if you were to forge your own legacy)
Would you linger
As nothing but