Poem: The Forgotten One

I have forgotten.
These cobwebs clinging to me . . .
. . . this dark sepulcher . . .

I have forgotten
why I have been locked away,
why I remain dead.

I have forgotten
who I was or who I am.
I have forgotten.

Nameless from the shadowed vale,
rising up to tell his tale,
he returned from out the dark,
and brought with him a single spark.