Dust
Witch
Dust to dust, you call my name.
Summer's gone and turned to
ashes
in
fall's
flame.
Now our train is pulling
in.
Dandelions blowin' in the
wind...
…Ashes to ashes…
Feels like I've been here
before
in this empty weed-grown clearing.
At
death's
door.
Another time, another
place,
different name and
different face...
…Ashes to ashes…
A
coffin made of ice and glass,
eyes
sewn shut, hands read the future.
All
is
past.
But fortune never smiled on
me.
No one ever came to set me
free.
Dust to dust
and ashes to ashes.
I run my fingers through
the air.
A storm is coming,
singing of despair—
the sweetest sound
of all.
Dandelion wine is gone.
Lightning! Thunder! That’s
our song.
Dust to dust
And ashes to ashes.
Summer, winter, spring, and fall—
once I really thought they'd all
remain
with me...
if I could just live on,
but...
All my dreams flew from my hand,
hour-glass's falling sand
blowing in the wind
like dust and ashes…
…to ashes…
Then—
From dark wrists black ink is
bleeding:
“Touch his heart and stop it
beating.
Turn his blood to dust, his heart
to ashes.”
My fingers pluck the strings of
life—
Old age, sadness, illness, strife—
his life before his eyes like
lightning flashes.
I strum out an epitaph.
Death stalks closer,
yet…
he
laughs!
My heart shudders at the
noise.
Warm summer days and laughing boys—
Never heeding dust, nor fearing ashes.
And then when he smiled at
me
I heard a lightning melody…
Fortune…
…came to set me free…
… laughing…
…the sweetest wine
of all…
I could feel my glass heart
shatter.
Dandelions fade and scatter
Drifting,
mixing with my ashes,
and falling,
turning
dust to dust.
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