Baskadia

Hearts are woven in a symphonic unison

Bound to be intertwined into a single being

Yet it always fails itself or perhaps it has to

For something so perplexing cannot exist

Then if it is the case, why would we, mortals

Understand Orpheus's loss and efforts?

How can we even grasp such actions?

But to question such means undermining

The human heart as it is, yet how can we?

When each move we partake is derived from it

Then perhaps, just perhaps, we are not so far from the gods, for we, in our own, are susceptible to which we can consider as both a privilege and a weakness, that is, the capturing of the heart, of the soul, of the mind

To be bound by yet another frail version of it