Well, we can reverse what we feel,
it’s the memory that’s too hard to kill!
I sent mine to the gate of Tartarus
but found it back again in my nightmares,
haunting me as the three headed beast!
Then I tried killing mine with my bare hands,
that had moved mountains in their prime,
while they perished, the memory remained!
Then I thought perhaps poison would suffice
but no, cunning memory had a trick
up its sleeve, an antidote of some sort
and in short, memory survived!