Have you ever tasted ashes?
Ashes in your mouth!
Have you ever tasted dust?
Groveling in your own tears!
From the ashes she rose…
Each time like a Sphinx!
And each time they pulled her down…
And they promised her the magical land…
As the demons raped her soul each time!
And they promised her the golden bird…
As they left her alone to play with their Angels…
One more step and she would reach…
And on and on she walked…
And she never stopped walking!
‘I have no time’, he said,
As he turned to play with another
‘Let it go’, she told herself each time
And they promised her the throne of Queen…
As her dress wore ruins and her hair wore moth!
She walked on tired,
Tired of all their lies,
And she wondered why she even asked…
While all she was meant to be was…
Ashes to Ashes… Dust to Dust!
And so she sat there near the pond…
Away from all their promises…
Slowly growing tired to death…
Fading into her own Ashes and Dust!
