Baskadia

In the dance of fate, a man's pursuit,

Chasing dreams, love taking root.

He sought her heart with fervent might,

In the realm of day and shadows of night.

Her laughter, a melody, echoed sweet,

He weaved his verses, laid at her feet.

Yet, destiny played a fickle game,

As she wandered off, another's claim.

Through the tapestry of time and tears,

He watched her drift, casting off fears.

Another's arms embraced what he craved,

Love's illusion, from his grasp, enslaved.

In the echo of silence, he stood alone,

A symphony of heartbreak, a mournful tone.

Yet, in the ruins of love's shattered flight,

Resilience blooms, phoenix taking flight.

For in the embers of a love now lost,

He finds the strength to bear the cost.

A bittersweet chapter, written in the past,

Love's echoes linger, memories that last.