Cuddled with my
family I am lying in this dark vault, pressed tightly to the others. After we
have endured hot steam, sharp blades and blazing fire, we have been trapped in
this paper prison.
With a sad heart I remember
the days when I was playing happily in the sun, dancing in the wind. It was a
time of joy and carelessness. My family grew rich and prosperous, displaying
our green garments without regret.
And then came the
dark days. Ruthlessly we were torn apart, hung in some shady cabin, left there
for month. But our release had lead only to more torment.
Sudden screams tear
my day dreams away, heat is emerging among my fellow prisoners. I can see a luminous
blaze, cunningly creeping through the ranks of us.
My friends are
twitching and twisting, being consumed by this monstrous light, with nothing
left but ashes, slowly drifting away in the wind.
Panic keeps rising in
me as my brothers are glowing in searing red before they fade to black. I
cannot move, I cannot shout, no one will come to rescue me.
Finally I accept my
cruel fate, the fatal embrace with the fiery enemy lets the smoke, well hidden
inside me, escape. The vapors work their way through us, suddenly vanishing
with a chill wind.
My glowing body
crumbles, my purpose is fulfilled and the only thing that remains left of me is
some dust on the ground.
