To live, to breathe, to be.
To rule, to control, in the end we’ll see.
As some could fly, others couldn’t die.
Only fearful of the birds that are free.
To love, to hate, life with passion.
To mock death and have no limits.
To take the world by storm and own it.
Assuming everything will last.
From light and power.
To carnage and ash.
It never seems to hatch the realities.
That living forever.
To be as cruel as the grave.
Is death a first sight.
Cursed by the first taste.