With the world asleep, as darkness falls,
To the Memory Gland, the Silence calls.
“Rise from the sleep”, the Silence cried,
His words, the Memory Gland did abide.
“Give me answers ,that is your task,
To all the questions , I hereby ask .”
And hence began Silence‘s indulgence.
Into ideas hidden in Memory’s astuteness.
“Why is it ,that you always bring,
Memories so utterly disturbing ?
Why is it that you always try,
Visiting times that made me cry?”.
“Why is that you leave me pleading
In dark places, alone and bleeding?.
Answer me ,for I want to know,
The truth from you ,O mighty foe.”
The Memory Gland , now fully awaken,
Gashed and hurt by the Silence’s weapon.
“How mistaken are you, old friend I say ,
Nothing is farther from truth ,I pray.”
“Wasn’t it I who took you on a joyride,
To places which left you happy and mystified.
And wasn’t it I who stood by your side,
When joy and delight, you could not hide.
But every pleasure, has a price to pay,
Life ,mischievous and bold will always sway .
But I will always be there for you to see,
Good and evil ,then , now and ever to be.”
