Ashes have no fear to burn in hell
In your heart's paradise angels dwell
Rib cage fastens all sins of the wrong
Your bones will sing you mortality’s song

Two types of dust I require to wipe my sin

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

The center of my sins
stuck behind a blocked door,
circled by hollow deeds
spread on my lifetime’s floor

The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonight
Sparkling for moon's spiced silver bite
Upon skin of darkness, loving night more
Storm begins unlocking cold wind's door