Darkness looms over my head
The gold thread shimmers in the fading light
A single strand, so delicate
Entwined in my fingers
A thread so thin it's almost broken
All these words I've left unspoken
Whispers of superstitions
A cloak of everlasting misfortune adorns me
Myself, a figure of torment
The small speck of gold in my hands, a symbol of prosperity
And, accompanying me on this night
A curse dark as gold
