A purple meditation

No more tears,

I'll weep,

To conciliate my Destiny,

For my Scepter is not,

Made of glass;

No more rebukes,

I will attach,

To remind my Duty,

For my Evolution does not,

Reside on Hatred;

Fire never extinguishes fire,

And dirty water is never drunk up,

For no one is able to smell,

The blood of their failure;

I can only arise,

Between my laugh and my dance;

Life becomes hard when,

My own perceives so,

And Time is only an excuse,

To believe I'm worthy;

Even following a constant routine is,

Willing to be seen,

As a temple within;

I cannot die again;

I cannot whisper another oath,

To feel the same blade;

The wound keeps bleeding,

If Roughness persists on,

And I wanna be ready,

To crush black petals,

On a red soil;

I'm willing to awake,

A new dawn!

For my ears are already listening,

To the rise of a singing night!

Behold the mankind's eyes,

The Flame burns it all up,

For the Spirit is able,

To open up Hearts.