Far from the heights, the tragic, headlong fall,
The lives now lost, consumed by endless rain.
Their tales linger on, a sign to all, that fated death,
The final end that none doth dare escape,
Nor hide, nor flee from all things tried in vain.
The bane, the eternal hunger, engulfing every life.
The stream that carries souls through life,
Always boils down to that one final fall,
In which all tears and sorrows harshly rain,
To crash barren earth, found only in death.
The biting cold of the earth, we can't escape,
Nor defeat, nor shake, nor deny in tragic vain.
To flee, to fly, to fight, all done in futile vain,
For all are someday cut from gentle life.
From stable standing, all do harshly fall,
Succumbed to cruel and soaking torrential rain.
You cannot find the answer, not in death.
To know of it is the only true found escape.
Those who find the truth do 'tempt escape,
But later see, all they've done was in vain,
For death will soon devour every soul, every life,
And all are pushed abruptly, into unending fall.
The leaves shrivel and die, the fall of unending rain,
But none can find the truth; not in life, nor in death.
A flight away will never take far from death,
Those who bid for a fruitless, failed escape,
And all who seek serenity see their flight is in vain,
For death's graceful end comes soon to all of life.
It rends the mind and leaves it for the eternal fall,
The fall of oh so many, the fall of endless rain.
And all can still see this empty, hollow rain,
This rain, of souls, now forgotten, long gone from death,
Of Souls that just couldn't quite find a way to escape.
Of Souls that tried to flee from death, and died in failing vain.
Of Souls that sought a futile bid for an end to life.
Of Souls that now are consumed by unyielding, eternal fall.
So many do escape, though all do so in vain,
For all of life is just a fall,
A falling rain that leads away to death.
This is a sestina I wrote. I can't promise it's any good, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it.
*5-12-12: Made some minor tweaks.