It was black, and fluid
Around me the walls floating
My touch lingers on the cold liquid
And then they turn to sand, vanish as dust,
Crumbling under my mayhem touch.
I was walking where there was no sky, no ground
No friend, no foul
I was alone, I was everything
Until, I reached a door
A metal door, steel hard and singing a ballad when struck.
I opened it, since that was the only way forward
The ground came under me, a red carpet
Embroidered, with threads of gold
And curtains of silk around
A corridor of some Count.
I reached a hundred doors,
Every door a clone of the other
Calling me to open one
Invite a surprise
And then fall into the trap, beautiful or beastly, yet do not know.
I opened the door ninety-nine, it was cold to my warm palm
It welcomed with a gust of wind
With sparkles of life around
Dead trees, dry leaves, golden vines covering
The coffin of someone thousands of years old, dead long beneath me.
It was me, from some other time
Someone I cannot recall
As She says that no one should
But I dream of remembering
How much sorrow, how much pain did I choose?
How much love did I cause?
The coffin calls me,
I must go back to its form this time too
I do not remember how much I left then,
But I need to leave a lot now,
My tracks to be followed by the not yet born unknown.
A/N: Often I feel how I ended up writing this... Maybe it's all destined ;)
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Words And Secrets
PoesíaWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
