Baskadia

A Piece From The Clouds

Moonlight and dark clouds;

So many long and short years have passed

And like a traveler,

I’ve travelled in search of my peace

I've vanished and reappeared into nirvanas;

With the coldness of the heavens taking a hold of me

Guiding me to my demise,

And I said to the moon:

”End me with your stare, for I seek a silent peace”

My vision went gloom,

As I travelled to this place of eternal serenity.

~Realtzician