Old And Forgotten Poem by Shirow Walker

For all he is, and once was
He is not now
His face has broken in youths folly
A smile has become it’s crown

Upon that shattered image of a man
Who’s words were once harsh and vain
There grows a white forest
With dead leaves that fall and grey

And what is hidden in its soil
Those long gone could have named
Things of timid horror,
Adroit ardor in human pain

So wait, unknown in the shadows
Then as he walks call his first name
He will say; the beast of old is sleeping
And will not awake ever again