Of Pain And Woe The World Is Made

Of pain and woe the world is made,
Master in this world is master of pain,
Giver and greeter in single breath,
Knowing clouds of doubt fill the mind,
Perpetually shifting as mists along the shore,
Confusing the weary and drowning the unwary,
As they step from shore to sea,
Soaking and chilling some,
Claiming others in the abyss of brine,
Both capitulating to the sweet,
To the darkness that enfolds,
Enfolds and grants peaceful rest,
Unmolested evermore