Passion
They can all turn a blind eye to their own lives. They can follow the path and build their own prisons. Shall their passions be hidden forever? Passion controls the lovers. This means they are driven by their most dark and hidden emotions, irrationally. To commit whatever sin they come across as blood runs insatiably through their veins. Passion is the meaning, the true cause of our vividness and of our tireless search.
The Peasant
The peasant refuses to see, astonishing thoughts cross his mind. As resentful as the devil they rise. As happiness skipped his lane and as offspring of contempt, the peasant was born condemned: thou killed the one, those actions were in vain. Neither the shadows nor the darkness remain. How special thoughts shall they carry?: nothing but reflective words of an art with no artist. As the blacksmith forged the silence of the outcast, its blood thickened into ice. Shall the fury of the betrayed lover rise? Shall they be condemned? As no words were heard, his pain will linger though his body can’t remain.