Baskadia

An Elegy

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 re