Will heavens weep and cast their tearful rain,
Will years depart, their toll in sorrow plain?
And weary, will you wait for love’s embrace,
While life’s cold rails bear us through time and space?
The mundane traps us in its branching snares,
What once outshone the suns, now fades in airs.
A swarm of butterflies returns to worms,
Where two once walked, now one alone affirms.
The harsh decree of ages stands revealed:
In fleeting joy, what’s precious stays concealed.
A castle bright can rise on ruins grim,
Go mad, find peace—before the winter dims.
