In Search of a Lost Memory

I can hear, I can see, my memory escapes me
Like lightning flashing across the sky, it's here
Now gone, my path has faded in time with the rest
This life being a conduit to the next existence
Walking through the woods I hear him call
A ghost from the past - for he left long ago
The smell of the rain on the early morning air
Great Percival, wanderer of the forgotten woods