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In the realm where dust and wind left behind...

A tale unfolds, both dark and divine... 

They dance through the ages, with secrets to find...

Leaving verses behind, where shadows are lined...

The dust, a silent witness to dreams that decay...

Holds whispers of wishes that faded away...  

It clings to the remnants of choices once made...

A tapestry woven, in light and in shade....

The wind, a bold traveler, howls through the night...

Carries the echoes of wrongs and of rights...

It stirs up the stories of souls that have yearned...

For power and passion, for lessons unlearned...

Yet in this wild ballet of chaos and grace... 

Lies a contract with darkness, a perilous chase...

Unsigned and unspoken, it lingers in air...

A promise of fortune, a whisper of despair...

What price do we pay for the power we crave...

When dust settles softly, and winds begin to wave...

The devil’s sweet laughter, a haunting refrain...

Calls forth the reckless, the bold, and the vain...

So here in the twilight, where dust meets the breeze...  

We ponder our fates, as the heart slowly sees...

That in every verse left behind in the sand...

Lies the echo of choices, both daunting and grand...

With each gust that passes, with each grain that falls... 

We weigh our desires against the devil's calls...

For the dust and the wind, they will never confine...

The soul's quest for freedom, a contract unsigned...

Rolando Matias