Nothing was left behind everything went wrong when I was in your memory's bind a humming hope song delivered a beautiful message of life to love it with gratitude and grace as God is your father holding your hands to new way. Howdy Writers ā£ļø. We're here with the eighth challenge of #TheFieryNumbers š. Task: ā Octave Poem: An octave can be any poetry stanza consisting of eight lines, and generically speaking, it can be any meter, rhymed, or un-rhymed, and any line length. ā Comment Done after completing the task!