Eden Dust
Dust is what I am,
soil from Eden and
ashes from the lost paradise;
inextrincably linked to sin and chaos.
'Daughter of rebellion,
look what opposition has done to you!',
'It converted me into a rare creature'
'You're all birds of a feather'
Give me tireless wings
so I can fly away from this hassle.
Turn me into a wild feline
with strong paws and claws to defend myself.
Dust is what I am,
it's a pity that all the delight,
the charm, the splendour of every creature
falls into the ground and disappears.
But heart and mind possess
more strenght and endurance
than an inch of young skin.
Death can not be the end.
R.T