One silver streak, and darkness is cut

When lines populate the earth

A clew of chaos, of brand-new souls but

soaked in pleasures and dirt



As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate

And leads life lines to its spools

Where they are beginning to have their downfall created



I am making my own magic tools

The start of the bigger web, the tapestry of life

A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools



Catching a glimpse of a made up world

It ignites a spark in a heart gone cold

Breaking the thin line wire of an off worldly stare

That was spun, weaved and unravelled, every soul dealt fair



As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate

And all lifelines have left the spools

Then it is spinning, to have new life created



With my own set of magic tools

I am making another web, a tapestry of death

A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools



Seeing the result, the bigger whole,

The spark dies again, the heart turns cold

unravelling the world of dreams, revealing the reality it stole

I cut the line

When the wheel of life love and hope, came to a hold