With a closed fist
I am able to hold power

With an open palm
I can raise a storm

With my fingers
I am able to tell the story

Touching lightly
I can love

Striking
I am love

Petting politely
You are mine

Fingers inserting into your eyes
It is now time

With a fist of power
I am the killer of time

With an open palm
I am the creator

With my fingers
I become pain
With my hand
I am your Death.