Walking With The Devil!

Dust is what I see
Laughter is what I hear from inside
From You. The one I so dearly built
Dust is what I smell

Knocking on my doors,
You Devil! Laughing at me
Causing fear to run in my veins
Slowly, killing the courage, slowly
Dust is what I have in my clenched fists

Could I lift my eye high?
No. Not yet.
I can feel your breathe on my neck
The stench of your cruelty dressed in smirk
How long will I lie down on this ground?

The light on the throne above,
Cutting fate in pieces, inheritance?
Is that what it is or a blessing
Do I beg for a piece? No!
Not a lap dog.
Dust is what I will eat for now
Broken ground is what I will lie down on.

Could I lift my eye up?
Not yet. I will dress myself in the dust
Will bury my eyes in the ground
Let the devil laugh, for now
Let the fear seep in my veins
Immerse the self in silence and darkness
Would the soul lie there forever?
No!

I will wage my soul and sweat
Squeeze the dust and drink fear
They will make a joke out of me
They will sing poetry about my madness
I will be a source of mockery
For the Devil will sing about me in teh castles
In the streets he will make it a spectacle

Time shall forget and so will people
Period of silence will take away souls
I will lose the years in silence
Wont utter a word. Wont talk back
Wont bat an eye even when they celebrate silence

The streets will once again be crowded
The trumpets blowing on the watchtowers
The flag of victory  flapping at high
The winds will subside, the dust will settle down
The crowd will calm down
And the dark laughter within disappear
Is when I will rise my eyes to the top
And look down on you, Devil!
Look down on you, the you lying in dust
I, seated on the fortune my share of fate bestows upon me!

Then I shall sing of the times when I walked with the devil
Listening to his sarcasm. Smelling his rebellion in my heart
And how, eventually, at the end,
The Sun and its bearer obliterated him.