Baskadia

Oh death!

Why thou bring it ugly legs into my abode?

Why thou take peace away from my bossom?

Why make my heart stop even when I'm living?

I'm like a revived corpse shredded into pieces,

With my staggering feet I walked up to her brimstone,

Couldn't believe she was in her funenary box wrapped up in pale clothes.

I went to see see the last of her, wanted to feel her soft skin.

But she was at rest. Smiling up above the heavens,

If only i could see her peaceful sleep once more, and touch her charming face saying "Goodbye, goodbye, till we meet again."