Memories of Myth

Far within a forest,

Lined with crimson trees,

There lies a deep cave

Stretching for miles and miles,

Lit from the glow of gentle crystals,

It goes on and on

Along the stone walls

There are markings,

Carvings from a different age,

Each with a story to convey

Legends of old, eras of myth,

Times when gods ruled

All kept through the drawings

Of those who lived through

Records of a time,

Once known,

Now lost

The images will always be there

To remind

It is in this cave,

Surrounded by trees of crimson leaves,

That these precious memories

Will forever remain