Hellven

It swims out of the river of blood
Trapped before its eyes got open
Confused in the firmament
Looking for what to hold on to
The Book shows light
It tenaciously holds on to it
for living and for life
But now there are a thousand meanings
Tossing it round the forces and elements
At ease, not at peace
In battle, not in war
Play, cry, laugh, strive, all come to nought
Help cannot help
It was it at first
It's it at last
After being pumelled by the weather
And gets swallowed by dust
It then goes to where not known.