(En)chained to a shadow of the past

he walks the path of life

following the same quest, like a

ghost silly lover, silly romance, how pathetic!

Constant, permanent disenchantment

She will be called Moonskin

and she will have the beauty of the marble

hair dancing like flames

around her snow-white shape

(En)chained to the Venus spell

he left the reason behind

defiling the garden

forcing the passage

going to the bottom

to steal the end

to shake death's hand

Once again illusion fades away, once again he's falling

as the milky stream of life goes dying

She was called Moonskin

now she's no more

but a round bright sphere

in his night

floating in a timeless place

(En)chained to a shadow of the past

he walks the path of life

carrying that old story like a cross

on which he will, on which he may

nail another star...

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