Baskadia

When all the world's merely a stage

As William Shakespeare famously said.

You live, you grow and eventually age

Then close your eyes as you're laid to bed.

A soul that rises to love's soft embrace

Soon retires to coldness, death abreast,

Upon the echo of eternal rest,

And the bell that tolls a mournful face.

The earth beneath hums its own lullabies,

As the wind whispers his gentle caress

Of bittersweet mem'ries and goodbyes,

No more pains and regrets to suppress

Every heartache finally put to rest,

Letting go of emotions I detest.