This may be a song,
but because of its contrast,
its in this poem to try to show its power.

Dust and Gold, two different things, one we price for a diamond ring.
The other, we step on each and every day, dumping ash from a litter tray.

Dust, so Gray and light with little significance in this life. Is ignored by living things, whether it used to be a vampire or some other thing.
It is carried by the wind, but not like a bird who has survival instincts.  Like a butterfly stuck in a web, can't do anything but be dragged until dead. Until one day, its potential is shown, it'll wait until its wings grow.

Gold, an ore so special, so significant and different from any other metal. People wear it and show it off, expensive as it is, only for people who have
                                                           IT.
It could be anything, from  money to talent, from operas and musicals comes the banquet. Actors get rich from all these plays and the banquet is the gold paradise that everyone praise.