Forget Him

In ancient times, when stars were near,
Upon the Earth, our dwelling sphere
There lived a man, so legends claim,
And Herostratus was his name.

From history’s depth his tale unspools,
Through countless ages, myths, and rules.
Was it a legend? A dream retold?
None dare dispute the story old.

The soul’s lament, the thinker’s art,
Will echo deep within the heart;
The crowd’s own voice I seem to hear,
It whispers softly, close and near.

A thousand years could not erase
The mark he left, the empty space…
That cursed name, though long despised,
They say - still lives, unrecognised!

So come, both young and old, and see,
Immerse yourself in mystery
Within this play’s unfolding scheme,
Let’s think together and let’s dream!