I, Me, Nothing.

I am a memory in the dark

I am a legend in the telling

I am a myth of unknowing

I am nothing.

To know me

is to not

To hate me

is to rot

To humor me

is to lie

To include me

is to deny

I am a candle

with wax down the sides

with flames all extinguished

unlovely to all eyes

I am a lore book

with torn leaves and broken cover

my spine bent and ruined

dusty and undiscovered

I am a key

with rust on the handle

hidden within its strongbox

forgotten on the mantle

I am a story

forgotten over time

told to none, heard by none

in any land or clime

I am nothing.

Light me, I will illuminate

Open me, I will elucidate

Use me, I will unlock

Tell me, I will reveal

I am still a candle, I can still be lit!

I am still a lore book, I can still be read!

I am still a key, I can still unlock!

I am still a story, I can still be sung!

Memory fades to legend, 

legend fades to myth, 

myth turns to nothingness.

Yet because I am nothing, I was borne from nothing.

I was nothing

myth faded

but I was a legend

after I am a memory

I am.