Histories to be Repeated

O gorgeous tongues of fire, give birth to the phoenix of knowledge and desire. Bring forth a torch of historic virtue that my heart may burn anew. A rich tapestry of beliefs and views, burnt to ash with rosy hues. Is it true that your colors fade with each lesson forgotten? Each trickle of sand wasted by scholars and youths, alike? O that humanity has forgotten its greatest lessons, that time is short and histories are doomed to be repeated if ignored.