I saw it etched on grey stone
Destiny, faith in three words.
Hope is the last to be gone
In front of the death with its sword.
I felt the cold in my veins
When she approached with a smile.
“It’s the beginning of the end”
She poured sweetness in this lie.
“It is over, my dear, you know”
She said touching my arm.
“That’s what is written on the stone,
What is hidden in the stars.”
“Don’t believe what people say,
They’re oblivious to the simple fact:
I’m not here for your soul to take
But to point the next step on the new track.”
She cut open the dark blue sky
Showing me a new shiny path.
After all it was not a lie
The death isn’t the end, it’s a new start.
Copyright Anna E. R. Walczak