Time Capsule

Preserve me, restore me, remember me.
I was a warrior of old, forgotten
Through the passing of an age,
Not even an epitaph on my grave.

Light dapples its way to my home,
An earthly mound sheathed by blades
Of green, by the passing breeze wave
To folks, I am obscured;
Like pebbles on a river bed
Unseen, unheard of, yet a part
Of this world’s art, hours pass and days
As people figure out their own personal maze.

In this storming lightning and pouring rain
Do I even have a name? Arthur or Einstein
Or merely a pawn for the chess of time,
I had only but one wish, to be sown
In the books of history and reap my purpose,
Not dwindle in the decaying pages of Chronos.

Preserve me in an age, even minusule,
Deliver me to my time capsule.