Facing The Past

Once there was a magical place,

For centuries it had been lost.

A man in a forest saw a stone face,

Peering out from the trees, all covered in moss.

He pulled back the leaves and vines,

And was drawn into another universe.

"Village of Memories," said the signs.

The man thought there could be nothing worse.

You see, the man had a ravage past,

When he went into the Village shop,

It came back to him in a great blast.

The man wanted nothing but for it all to stop.

Suddenly there came a voice from the face

"The only way for the memories to cease

"Is to stand up to them, and away they will chase

"And will never return, or to haunt you at least.

Caleb Vorwaller © 3-14-2001