White ash falls from the sky and quietly piles up There is no sign of people here, nothing but the wind A goddess who feels pleasure from the sight “should die”
Becoming bored with the world she’s created Treating people she’s breathed life into like mere toys The end of this insane history is depicted in red
This should have been a story of love But instead lovers slay each other And I too am a faceless chess piece on the game board
Enjoying the game, The gods shriek with laughter
If their song lingers in my ear Without noticing, it dyes my hands in shades of red.
Two legless beings embraced in a dream, smiling Coming closer to the goddess And when the take notice of this, they laugh