Majestic startling facts unhindered by the consuming smog of mortality

Lips long laid to rest yet words spoken for centuries

Buried corpses like buried realities and buried truths

Uncovering knowledge that Man left for dead

Speak now and it shall be remembered

Write now and it shall be remembered

History will not allow a lapse in memory

 

And Clio, my elusive muse,

You tempt me and taunt me with your addictive ambrosia

You convince me to join your deceitful embrace

How will you paint me and portray me?

Oh, History, how will I do in your life’s story?

 

And yet when I look at you

When I read your pages

And watch the stories spoken through you

When I learn your lessons

Experience your wars

Your hardships

Your joys

Your loves

I feel as if life is presented to me in the fullest

I live for you 

and someday

I will die for you.