Mnemosyne The Bane Poem by Monos Unalos

My mind immediately works
At every time creating
Images, receded one by one,
As the future is present negating.
And yet the life of non-existence
Can be so ever potent,
Acting like a fool resistant
To slumber when the sun has fell.
Alas, in what circumstances as these
Can there be done at all
To eradicate the noise of flees
Burrowing through the one hall.
The transience is doomed by this
Forsook, I feel immortal,
Wandering through all my moments,
Burning bridges by these portals.
Until shall come the faithful day
When lying cold upon a bed
There will emerge a foul regret
Punishing for lives unwed.